I could tell I was annoying Joyce Neller. I was enjoying it.
I led her to the ‘the pit’ which was the centre of the business. She walked around snorting and insulting and the staff tried to get away from her. She seemed to relish the hatred she provoked
Having been warned about her, I remembered a story I heard from my mother about a boss called Jeffrey Charles.
There are things you are told when you are young. Maybe sayings, maybe stories, maybe recountations of real events.
If you listen you not only get what you are being told, you hear between the words and you can virtually formulate your actions if/when you are in the position.
The recountation of the death of Jeffery Charles and what followed had been one of those reports that I would never forget.