Rotten Eggs

 

The mails of Pret employees who don’t want to be outed for fear of their jobs. I won’t out you, I just out the top leadership for letting you down!

Clive Schlee, you did your buddy day now, but you cheated. You know how much they pretended to be nice while you were there. And you pret-ended to be nice to them while you were gone in business.

You called me your “late night girl” to your Director of HR in October 2017. You patronized me, thinking you are too big too fail.

I am too small to care, sir.

You were at a cross road when you decided and handed your people over to Bridepoint & Co thereafter … and you took your turn at that cross road. I speak so bluntly because I was shouted at, avoided, disrespected, stepped upon after I buried my brother.

Burying my brother’s ashes was something I cannot survive. I’m sure you’ll be happy when I’m quiet.

Maybe you can go back to the beginnings and stop the PR.

Pret A Manger was the worst company I’ve ever worked in.

Her name is Emily.

 

 

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