Let me tell you about my boss, Mimi. One minute she’s all sweetness and light and the next she turns into a stark raving bitch! She has a way of pointing out all of your inadequacies (never mind that you only started the job two days before) and telling you how hard you are making her life. One day I didn’t have something she had neglected to tell me about and she yelled “You’re ruining my life!” packed up her little wheeled briefcase and stomped out of the office in a huff. I was supposed to read her mind.
Her favorite game when she’s traveling is “torment the assistant.” She calls every fifteen minutes with a list of demands and then screams at you if you hadn’t done the tasks in the 5 minutes between calls. 10 calls by twelve noon and you are well on your way to a nervous breakdown! When my sister got married (on a Saturday) Mimi was so put out that I dared to be “out of touch” for the day that as punishment she had me work for 12 hours on Sunday on a project that she never ended up using.
After a stress related health scare I decided that the job wasn’t worth it but I agreed to stay on part time to help organize the office. Two and a half weeks later she decided to obsess about a package I had sent two months before. The breaking point came after a ten minute rant about my shortcomings at which point I finally told her that I QUIT! In the end it turns out that the package went to the right place. –Submitted by Nina, San Diego
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