Terrible. Imagine this photo above. It more or less like my boss's office, except the papers pictured here are at least neatly swept to one side of the room. Now, imagine that your boss asks you first thing in the morning to find a few pieces of paper that have been "misfiled." As if anything in a pile of crap like this could possibly be considered "filed." Then as you're looking for the stuff, she asks you to move your coffee away from the chair, because you might spill it. Then she asks you to move it away from your foot, because you might spill it. Then she spills Diet Coke all over her desk. Then she pulls some files out of a folder and asks you to throw them out for her by your desk because her trash can is full. You are excited about the fact that you'll be leaving her office for a second and you enjoy the journey. Only to find out that she's followed you out there to pull the papers out of your garbage because she's given you the wrong ones. On her way back up from the trash can she smacks the back of her head so hard on the bottom of the wall- mounted cabinet that you can feel it too, but not hard enough to knock her out cold. It's just about this time when you look at the clock and realize it's not quite 10:30. "What's wrong?" she asks.
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God, I can feel your pain and it hurts like a bitch.
maybe her regular secretary actually ran away because the lady is so crazy?
Are there any opens for me over there. I like to work with crazies! Although I would be fired in about a day, apparently my facial expressions give me away. Ask people here, a lot of them have stopped talking to me. Could be because my hatred can no longer be masked!
Bumpkyn, this sounds exactly like me. Maybe we're related?
Please try to get a permanent position at this place. The fodder here for great stories is way too good to leave!
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