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Mort, the Shit Manager is a spin-off fictional series of short stories based loosely on the thoughts of David Mortenson, the tyrannical Kwiksave store manager who features in my auto-biographical series 'The Horrors of Kwiksave'.
Mort was feeling pensive.
Too many cups of coffee had given him that bloated, wretched kind of feeling and it was all due to the new stock lad.., what was he called, 
If that lousy kid tried to kill him by again by deliberately using half a jar of Nescafe per cup, then he would be issued a written warning.
He gazed at the stack of ‘warning letter templates’ in the corner of the office. They had proved to be very useful in the past and had gotten him some startling results.
Yes, threats and oppression worked.
He understood the practicalities of dictatorship perfectly, despite the refusal of his recent request to ‘Elton Welsby’, the Area Manager that an occasional beating in the back shop may produce more work from these lazy twats.
The previous Stock Lad had stuck it out for 3 months before telling him to ‘Fuck Off’ as well as handing him a black eye and thick lip before walking out.
Being a manager was a tough job and he should be paid more, a lot more.
Mort reclined his luxury padded leather chair, placed his feet on the desk, and peered through the one-way window at the sweating Stock Lad.
Mort was feeling pensive.
Mort, the Shit Manager is a Serial Shitposting Fiction Story inspired by Torundel the Shitposter by 
Rules are:
211 words - Starting with the words "Mort" - First and last sentence are identical.
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