Bomb Your Boss!

Posted by Niah on the 11/09/2007 at 10:43:37 (11/09/2007 11:43:37 AM)

Some of us are still in school, while others have to work from 9 to 5 every day (9 to 6 in my case), but I am sure at one point we all get frustrated with our superiors whether it be our boss(es) or our teacher(s). Since we no longer have to censor ourselves, I thought it would be relieving, relaxing, comforting, and so on, if we had a place to vent about our bosses and/or teachers who sometimes make our lives a living hell, in other words, a second Boneyard. lol

I'll go first.

Yesterday at 05:55, precisely 5 minutes before I was allowed to go home, my boss came barging in. Mind you, he's quite short and has some serious overweight so when I say barge, I do mean barge. Miniature earthquakes and all. Not to mention the fact that his belly sweeps everything off my desk if he comes to stand next to me to ask or explain something. Anyway, he came racing down the hallway toward my desk. He asked me to look up a specific file in "the pink file cabinet". (Pink means "we're working on it", yellow means "done, done, and DONE - to the archive with it!", and blue means "on hold" aka "the dead ones".) Like a good employee I gave him a nice nod and immediately went on the search of the file he asked for. I searched, I cursed, I asked for a colleague to help, but I didn't find the damn file! I looked EVERYWHERE! Even in the yellow and blue file cabinets, but NO FREAKING LUCK!

But that only caused mild frustration. My boss said I had to look for it the next day (so today) together with a colleague who manages those cabinets. What did frustrate me was that I left the office at 06:08…And my train leaves at 06.18…

So…

*grabs dummy stuffed with hay resembling her boss...glares at it...then grabs the pink file he asked for that she finally located earlier today...starts slapping the dummy with it* You idiot, it was on your bloody desk! Use your frigging eyes, will you?! Try another trick like that and I'm making YOU jog all the way to the train station!! *gives the dummy one final slap before kicking its shins...then backs away...fishes a hand grenade out of her pocket…pulls the pin…aims carefully...tosses it at the dummy and watches it explode in tiny bits with an evil grin on her face* That'll teach you to mess with Lacey!!!

Right, that's what I meant with venting. Willi, if you think this thread is inappropriate, feel free to go all Boneyard mod on it. lol

weighs about 66 pounds!
I am a stay at home mom so my son is my "boss".
I will take a predictable teacher, manager over a 9 year old boy any day! He is the bestest boy, however, I seem to have missed the parenting class, Mind Reading 101, that would come in handy some days
He is at the friends are most important stage (what happened to me, mama?

well, I really can't, you see, I'm at work

hugs to all

fab