As with last week’s update, I feel the need to make explicitly clear that the Tales of the BossLady were written several years ago, in a private journal as the events occurred. They are presented here as they were originally written, in the present tense, complete with all the whining and complaining and spleen-venting for which I was known at that time. In the years since, I’ve had other bosses who have irritated me to varying degrees, but nobody ever quite matched BossLady for sheer driving-me-crazyness. I like to think I’ve grown up since then.
I am about to either quit or get fired, I think.
I have been putting up with BossLady’s kooky crap for a long time now, but I’ve sucked it up and swallowed it for the most part because I love my job. But I lost control a little yesterday, and I don’t know what is going to happen when I go in this morning.
For reference, BossLady has absolutely no patience whatsoever. None. She is the type of person who, when talking on the phone with a potential customer, will hang up the phone in irritation if the person asks the wrong questions or makes any comment even vaguely critical. This woman willingly and willfully loses business and therefore money when her patience is tested. It’s not much of a stretch to imagine that she will demand that BossMan fire me.
My policy of nodding along and agreeing with her and then just doing things the way I see fit has come back to bite me as of yesterday. I guess I should’ve known it was coming, but whatever.
I mean, you know all that freaking crap that I came back to on Monday, where she just completely screwed around with my whole system for no reason other than to assert her authority? Yeah. Well then on Tuesday, the PC died and we had to get a new one and reinstall everything, right? And I’ve got BossLady just interfering every step of the way. Yesterday I spent most of the day removing and installing the hard drives, yadda freaking yadda, and she wanted it done a certain way and I was trying to do it a better way and she just freaking started SCREAMING at me. And I said, “There’s no need to speak to me that way, [BOSSLADY]!” (this is on the phone) and she keeps going and she’s accusing me of arguing and #@*&%! I hate this woman.
I tried talking to the payroll/unofficial HR lady at the main office about it, and she understands completely where I’m coming from on this issue, she knows BossLady’s makeup pretty well and it was a relief to vent to someone. But man, I can’t keep this up. I really, really can’t. I need to update my resume. Like now.
