Six fun workplace grudges to carry you through the week

BORED at work? Have you considered hating one of, or all of, your co-workers for reasons they would consider petty but you call unforgivable? This should get you started: 

Iain’s lunch had a mild odour

He sits within your line of sight and if that wasn’t bad enough, he dared bring in something more exotic than a cheese sandwich for his dirty little midday meal. And he made you watch. Begin with passive-aggressive sniffing and coughing, and glow with inner fury whenever he strays toward the microwave for eight years thereafter.

Marie used the printer for too long

Despite the fact that everything is now on G-suite, Microsoft 365, or East 17 these days, a fellow employee was at the printer the one and only time you needed to use it. Hogging it. Did she gracefully step aside when confronted with your urgent hover? She did not. So you must deliberately go slowly when she’s waiting behind you from now until 2032.

Louise laughed too hard at a manager’s joke

Pathetic little suck-up. Guffawing, in a meeting, when everyone knows they’re not for fun or productivity but to engender despair, self-loathing and the urge to put one’s hand into a blender. You would never demean yourself by trying to enjoy being at work and it’s well worth resenting that cow for doing so.

Connor drank the last of the milk

It may seem like a small, impolite accident, but this devastating betrayal is in fact worse than Kim Philby, Judas and David Harbour all combined. Two pints is more than a quid now. Act swiftly, rally others to your cause and judge what pitiful over-sweetened pseudo-beverage your nemesis wasted the precious liquid on.

Jill sat at your desk

Technically it isn’t your desk because hot desking. But while its ownership might not be recognised in a court of law, spiritually and emotionally it is your safe harbour and your home. And she thinks she can steal it? F**k about with her chair when she isn’t looking.

That girl who didn’t know who you were

That disrespectful intern is the epitome of why their generation don’t deserve jobs or to ever retire, with their f**king iced coffees. How dare they not recognise how supremely important you are? You’ll make sure that Ava, or whatever her name is, won’t go far. Oh, she’s left.

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Charlotte Church's blacklist of bad capitalists

ED Sheeran chose capitalism over doing the right thing: repeating what me and my mates tell him to and cancelling his tour. And these monsters also made bad choices:  

Jeff Bezos

An appalling billionaire capitalist in a crowded field. Amazon is evil in so many ways: poor working conditions in its warehouses, tonnes of unnecessary packaging, drivers forced to wee in bottles. Whenever I buy new earbuds with next-day delivery, I feel like a Nazi collaborator in occupied France.

The Beatles

Like Ed Sheeran, remaining Beatles Paul McCartney and Ringo Starr refuse to speak out about the plight of the Palestinians. Or if they have I’ve not noticed. And despite amassing vast rentier fortunes from songs written decades ago they refuse to give back to the society they have benefited from, as they brazenly admit in the 1966 song Taxman.

Boots

Rennies, Panadol, Gaviscon – all vital medications sold at a hefty mark-up instead of being available to the unwell at cost. Meanwhile their Meal Deals fuel the capitalist machine by providing lunch for oppressed wage slaves. Why not just sell whips and cattle prods, Boots? Also boots are what Mussolini wore.

Bruce Wayne

I’m sick of our society hero-worshipping billionaires like Bruce Wayne. Does he ever set up creches for his staff or improve workplace safety? Meanwhile in every film he’s in we see Batman working tirelessly to help the people of Gotham City without reward while Bruce ignorantly quaffs champagne on rooftops. What a contrast.

The Apprentice

Disgusting propaganda that tried to pass off capitalism as entertainment. Though if you did want to bring down the capitalist system, the quickest way would be to put knobheads like Saira Khan and Ruth Badger in charge.

Albert Arkwright

The ruthless business owner Arkwright in Open All Hours built his wealth on the back of the proletariat, Granville. And like so many wealthy men, he believed he was entitled to women’s bodies, going so far as to non-consensually place a ladder below Nurse Gladys’s bedroom window. Should we call him Arkwright, or Trump?

Hamsters 

These arch-capitalists hoard wealth as assiduously as any billionaire, just in the form of seeds and nuts in their cheeks. I’ve tried to shift their consciousness to egalitarian socialism but instead they run in wheels all night and used the copy of Das Kapital I left in there as bedding. Bloody useless.