Not me but my old boss. She really hated her manager (who was the owner of the company) so she used to wash his coffee cup in the toilet water!!
![Face vomiting :face_vomiting: 🤮](https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/gh/joypixels/emoji-assets@5.0/png/64/1f92e.png)
Back in the early 90s and straight out of catering college I started work for a small restaurant run by a woman, who considered herself rather ‘something’ and a ‘big player’ in the community (she wasn’t, the restaurant was started by her husband, whom she caught shagging a waitress and she took the business as part of the divorce settlement) Anyway, I digress. This woman was horrible, to both male and female staff alike, she had us all so scared of her, we didn’t even dare leave! One day she told us the restaurant and kitchens needing painting and we all had to paint them, because, by her reasoning, we worked in them, therefore we had made them grubby, so she wasn’t going to pay out for the decorators to paint them. And we all just did it! We didn’t get paid! She just brought us some fish and chips on the Sunday evening and we all acted like she was the best boss ever for doing so.
At some point 18 months into this job and only being 19 at time I decided I had had enough, but wasn’t brave enough to stand up for myself, or even leave (no I had to wait until I had a full nervous breakdown for that escape!) so I started spitting in her special Indian tea that she took twice a day (11 & 3 on the dot). I would swirl all my spit around in my mouth, making sure there was lots, spit it quietly onto a spoon and stir it in. She never thanked me for making it, but would occasionally comment that it was late, or too early! This small act twice a day gave me so much petty joy that 30 years later, I still feel weirdly proud of my juvenile act of rebellion.
PS sorry for the long post, I was trying to convey how much of a bitch and tyrant this woman was
![Slightly frowning face :slight_frown: 🙁](https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/gh/joypixels/emoji-assets@5.0/png/64/1f641.png)