My boss met my mother through an event at my dance studio which involves 3 things -- Stripping..Gossip... and Drinking. We have a strip tease class which is actually rather classy if you ask me... My boss - Madame Hearsay was there... and a bit tipsy. She basically hired me on the spot once my mom told her I was graduating in a few weeks and would be moving back home.
How did I impress her? A half dozen emails between us speaking of what my goals were, my personal life, and her giving a bit of advice. I was thinking "This is too good to be true!" It was. I met her once two weeks before I began working. She came in on a Saturday to meet me at the office. While we were speaking about my future at her firm -- she was starring at herself in the mirror behind me. She kept adjusting her fake pony tail and touching the skin around her eyes... She barely looked at me.
The day I started, I had three tax documents thrown on my desk. I was put in a desk in the front office next to the secretary which made my legal advice easily accessible to all clients that came into the office or criminals who would eventually become clients. I didn't have an office for the first three or so months that I worked there. So .. in the meantime ... I pretended to be a legal secretary so I wasn't bothered for free legal advice. Who knew that this would be the treatment I would receive from all the girls in the office and my boss up until my departure?
The day after I started I was left with the office witch. Literally, this woman made me cry twice the week I started. The legal secretary told my boss to call and check on me to make sure I didn't quit before they got back. She was hard nosed and rather fussy --- but eventually I grew to like and respect her. She was the only one in the office who didn't say one thing and really mean another. If she said something --- albeit in a mean manner--- she meant it. Things like "I don't know what this shit is" or ... "You're such a titty-baby!"
I was given assignments without guidance. I learned quickly... it was baptism by fire. I was in a sink or swim mode. I was all on my own for ten days while my boss and the legal secretary were touring Europe. I kept thinking... Wait for it.. they will be back soon and I'll get guidance! The day they were supposed to return -- they both had some sort of virus. They missed their flight. My boss threw up all over the rental car-- and then the legal secretary threw up because she touched my boss' vomit on the steering wheel.
O-M-G...
I knew from this point on --- I was going to have to fend for myself... but it has to get better ... right? W----r---oooooo--n--g.
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