The Saga Continues
My boss, whom I am now calling, "The Devil Wears Payless" has doubled her efforts at passive aggressive torture. Now she's combined The Condescending Tone with a myriad of time wasting assignments I'm sure are designed to make me slip my publication deadlines, which she insists must improve.
Last night, I attended a bachelorette party for a friend at work, and one of the guests used to work for The Devil before she quit to take a job in Sanity Land. She was one of those chunky Hispanic women with the Sharpie-drawn eyebrows and the dark lipliner, and I could tell by looking at her she takes no shit from anyone.
She said, "Oh yeah, by the time I left my file was 8 inches thick."
She regaled me with funny stories and imitations that left me feeling complete solidarity with her.
I have no file yet- The Devil has carped at me about many minor things, yet none have risen to the written reprimand stage.
But I have made a decision to go on the offensive.
I plan to go to the CEO and let him know that I can't continue being supervised by The Devil, and unless a change is made I'll be forced to seek my professional joy elsewhere.
As for her, next time she takes that tone with me, I plan to remind her that I am a professional, I am 10 years her senior, and that I will no longer tolerate her condescending tone. Then I will send her an e-mail recap of that reminder, print it and start a file ON HER.
I sort of long for the days when I could march up to a jerk-off boss, tell them to go fuck themselves and walk out the door. Alas, I love my job and my coworkers and I'd like not to leave.
I just ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.*
*Thanks, Bob Dylan