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During my sophmore year
of college, I worked at
my college bookstore,
because I got a 20%
discount for textbooks.
My first week there, my
boss made me walk up and
down the aisles for 3
hours, dusting the books
and shelves, and
scrubbing the shelves if
they had a smudge on
them. I ahd to walk up
and down the aisles a
certain way because "it
maximizes the ground
cover necessary for
helping customers find
their books." Needless
to say, I highly
suspected my boss had
OCD. After a week of
bookshelfing, I was
placed with a
disgruntled woman as her
assistant. She was okay,
all I had to do was
create various flyers
for bookstore and campus
events. It took me like
5 minutes, and she was
so impressed (even
though I made very
simplistic designs) that
she let me go 2 hours
early, but told me to
write down the time I
left as the official end
of my shift, so I could
be payed for 2 hours
work. This was good
because it gave me time
for lunch :). After a
bit with her, I went up
to the cash register,
and after each shift, I
had to count down my
drawer to $100.00 and
deposit the rest. Seeing
as how I am in college,
and I passed all of my
basic math courses, you
would have thought I
could have easily
accomplished this task
on my own. Not my boss,
though. He insisted on
sitting RIGHTNEXT to me,
breathing his smelly
breath over my shoulder
as I counted the money.
He would want me to
count it different ways
every time, and then he
would count my money,
"just to double check"
even though it was never
off. The good thing
about this job was he
was way too avoidant
(think Bill Lumberg from
Office Space) so I could
easily walk into work 30
minutes late. Or not
even show up at all.
Anywho, he kept calling
me with these weak but
pushy stories "I see
you're not in today, I'm
guessing you had a good
reason not to show
up..." until I had to
leave the college
permanently for medical
reasons, and sent him an
email that I was
leaving, and I basically
couldn't work there
anymore. Apparently, he
didn't get the email,
because after the third
time I didn't show up,
he called, and left his
Bill Lumberg-esque
message, saying "Heyyy,
noticed you haven't been
coming to work lately...
I'll just go ahead and
tell Financial Aid that
you voluntarily quit...
Mmkay, bye now." So
basically he assumed I
quit, when he should
have fired my ass ages
ago. UGH.
And the bathroom had
piss all over the tolet
seat, but you could
never breathe in there
because it was like
being in a container of
Lysol....
He was OCD, by the way.
-Glynnis O--------------------
So...I have this
boss back in "00.
She was soooo cool
when I first got to
know her. I was
pregnant and
recently left dad
because he was "tarded"
or something, maybe
even imbred. She
learned about this
and decided since
she stayed with her
man friend in
another town all the
time and her
daughter was in jail
that I could just
post it in her house
for $50 a week. I
thought it was the
coolest thing!! The
best part was that
if I paid any of the
bills (i.e. cable,
electric, gas..which
were all really,
really affordable)
she wouldn't make me
pay rent at all. So
you're thinking, " Y
is she such a bad
boss?" Well, after
like 3 months of
living there, her
son, that I didn't
know existed started
coming around, ALOT.
Come to find out
that he was married
too. I told him that
I wasn't interested
in him(although I
could have taken a
bite out of him!!)
because he was
married and he was
my boss's son. He
got persistant and
one night I found
him tapping away on
the computer right
next to my bedroom.
I told him to leave
and I called the
cops. That didn't
anger my boss too
much. She understood
and decided that she
would talk to him.
He did it again, and
still nothing. By
this time, I am
hugely pregnant and
was scared to death
to be alone. I told
this to my boss and
she said that we
could move "tracy"
in. I said cool, I
liked her and she
too was paying $50 a
week. I felt safer.
Well, tracy had bad
habits of leaving
her teeth in the
back of the toilet
with bleach thingies
and getting drunk so
I would get stuck
working a normal
double and cover her
shift so we had a
place to live. My
boss asked how
things were going
and I flat told her
that I couldn't do
this anymore! Your
son comes out at all
hours of the night
trying to get him a
peice and my stupid
roomate pisses the
bed--your bed that
you used to sleep
in. I get tired of
coming to work at
all hours of the day
and cover for all of
you. I am done!! She
didn't seem fazed by
that. She actually
had the nerve to
tell me that she was
cool with me
sleeping with her
son and that
whatever he wants
she will give him.
Come to find out she
let me move in there
because he had a sex
addiction and she
was trying to give
him something he
could abuse!! He
found tracy
repulsive and
thought I was an eye
catcher!! I was
absolutely pissed
off!!! I told her
that I found another
place and the next
day she showed up on
my day off and
accused me of
stealing some $365
in nickles from the
safe. She threw me
out in december with
my night gown on.
And refused to give
me my stuff. I later
found tracy in my
clothes and boots,
and she said she was
kicked out too.
Here's a funny
though. I live 2
blocks from that
house and my
boyfriend lives 3
houses down. We
decided that even
though its petty we
would go and toilet
paper the house.
When we got down
there that night (5
years later) and
another gurl we knew
lived there for a
while. She was in
the same situation
as tracy and I were,
all the way down to
the son and his sick
head. She doused the
ground level in gas
and blew it up. That
was a July fourth
I'll never
forget.
Peaces, I love the
site. Got more
stories for a later
time. How dO I send
you my Ira funds?
Love ya--Jaded Rose
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