To set the scene of the play
The museums were run by Senior Attendants and staffed by Attendants-the term senior was not (!) age related, as two of my great friend ran museums and they were my age.
The incident I am going to relate to concerned St. Nicholas Church Museum, Bristol. For about a year I had been trained to run the museum-and did in all but the official capacity-and knew the museum and her quirks inside and out.
When came the time for my friend, who was also my teacher to retire; I applied for the job and I don't make an idle boast, when I say about 80% if not more of the staff would have bet I would get the job. I had been doing it for almost a year and was ready for the promotion.
However, I lost the job to a back-stabbing little weasel, who had never spent a day in the museum, but got the job because his wife baked the curator a cake.
I had my revenge-not physically, but mentally-he knew I knew far more about the museum than he ever would and this kept him watching his back, I never did a thing but the threat was enough.
He had control, but the power was mine and he realised it; with a slight misplaced chair I could delay him for hours LOL
At the same time, I applied for the relief Senior job, which I was more than capable of doing as I was one of the few people who had been to all the museums, and had the knowledge to run any of them at a moments notice-this I lost to another back-stabber, this time an ex-policeman who we knew was a bosses snitch and who we set up for a fall later.
These two incidents ended my ambition to get on and for the remainder of my time I made myself indispensable as a shop-keeper and stock man at the branch museums.