Following are scraps of notes that I took over the course of a few weeks back when the beginning of the end of my relationship with BossMan and BossLady was drawing nigh. As I’ve said before, my journals from this time period are often fragmented, hastily-typed interjections rather than coherent narratives. It’s a reflection of the chaos that was going on in the workplace (and, admittedly, in my own mind).
BossMan bought me lunch today. BossMan needs to touch up his mustache dye.
I found this “Florida Assistant” thing in the batch of papers BossMan gave me yesterday. I probably wasn’t supposed to see it. I don’t know. I tried, real casual-like, to tell BossMan about it today, but he just sort of steamrolled over it.
Yesterday BossMan was talking to BossLady on their way out and said something about Pat having left a resume at the new office. And I thought I heard BossLady shush him.
Between that and the printout from “Florida Assistant” and so forth, it’s completely obvious that they’re going to hire someone else and possibly fire me.
I’m dead. I’m dead.
I am dreading going in today. I believe BossMan will be at a meeting, so I won’t have any BossLady buffer when I walk in the door. I just have a bad feeling that she’s going to jump on me about filing everything “wrong.” Screw her.
Just smile and nod. Just say “okay” to everything. Just be patient.
The fact that she spends hours every night rearranging the stuff I’ve done during the day is her problem, not yours. You are still getting paid.
I hate BossLady. I really and truly do.
Anyway, it looks like the move to the new office is finally happening. They may have me come in on Saturday to set up the network, yadda yadda.
BossLady has confided in me that we are almost definitely leaving C21 and going to Realty Executives. Bummer. I liked saying that I was employed by “Century 21″ when asked.
Oh, and we have FINALLY moved into the new office as of yesterday. I moved the computer and printer and all that crap over yesterday morning.
I actually felt pretty good yesterday morning. I was up and at ‘em, exercised, showered, and was in a good mood until I got to the house and BossLady started in with her crap right away about how the computer seems to be getting super hot in its little cabinet at the new office, so I should leave the door open. Yeah, yeah. When I GOT to the new office, she had left a NOTE for me (God I hate when she does that) informing me that I need to keep the cabinet door open to keep the computer from overheating. Everything she does irritates the ever living crap out of me nowadays. So I basically goofed off all day.