my old boss
Posted Mar 2, 2011 by anonymous | 175 views | 0 comments
I had this rotten boss in a temp job once who used to teach Tae Kwon Doh or some such hippie karate and who was an absolute pig to work with. He made me waste a whole day of work Xeroxing his repulsively written mystery novel in which he, as the hero, encountered many long-legged seventeen year olds who responded intuitively to his power and masculine vibes, man. He always made this huge production about getting him lunch. He'd send me out to get his lunch for it, and then I had to hide it in his office, and if any of his clients saw me bringing it in there I'd be in big trouble. He liked to keep everybody running around all the time. Anyways, I routinely ate the pickles off his sandwiches, and I'm pretty sure I once licked the inside of his bread and picked my nose a few times and wiped it in his sandwich. One day I got so revolted by something he'd done that I spit on his chair. I remember leaning over it and watching the drool roll onto his seat like I was somebody else. It was idiotic, but I couldn't think of anything meaner to do to him given the limited props in the office and the fact that I needed the job. I had to express myself? I don't know. It's a mystery to me.
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