The Monkey Party

I had a boss a few years ago that was an absolute nightmare. He would always get me to do absolutely everything for him – and it wasn’t just work stuff. A perfect example was when he asked me to get a bloomin’ monkey for his daughter’s birthday party. I spent ages ringing around until I finally found a company that would send a monkey and trainer round. I was over the moon. Anyway, the following Monday after the party he came in and gave me an absolute hammering, then knocked me down the pay scale - supposedly it was “the wrong type of monkey” and his spoilt daughter burst into tears. I quit the following week.