It was to be a steep run-up to the conference deadline. Documents had to be perfect; presentations perfect; flights perfectly aligned; passports current. Margery thought she had all of her ducks in a row and all boxes ticked, thanks to her trusty and hard working staff, including yours truly. However, as the date approached, her demands came thick and fast. Also gathering traction was her enormous personality disorder. Let’s say that Margery came pre-packed, with steamer trunks full of “issues”. Being a psychiatrists wet dream, she would often take great delight in reducing staff to tears, for the slightest thing, such as the fax machine running out of paper. Many a note was placed on her personnel file.
Nevertheless, one day, after a particularly troublesome morning battling with subway delays and trying to find a teller machine in torrential rain, I had just about had enough. Her phone rang and as she was not at her desk, I picked up the call. The person on the other end was equally as rude and bad tempered, as Margery. Seriously, Margery was so bad tempered she would have been rejected as a contestant for the Jerry Springer Show. However, she proceeded to bellow through the office, “Well!!!, Who is it???” My reply, “Your Parole Officer. They want to know if you have tried to take your ankle tracking device off again!”. This started the ball rolling for a vehement onslaught from her, up to and including the day that she was to leave for the conference. Fortunately, I was feeling in a particularly strong mood and was determined to not have Margery derail me.
“Karma, karma, karma”, I chanted under my breath, along with “Bring it on, Bitch!”, as I pondered whether I should put ground-up glass in her coffee. Unfortunately, Karma didn’t come during those final weeks, but her departure did, which brought an air of peace on the whole company.
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