One from my crazy ex-boss
This may have been the worst thing my ex-boss did to me (and that list includes mental torture, bad candy, contaminated brownies, a nest of bugs, and much more general craziness). One of my co-workers came in wearing a gorgeous new shirt, and she was telling us all about the great sale at the department store where she bought it. So my crazy ex-boss (I'll call her Fran, because that was her name), said that she should go check that out to get some new pajamas for her (very unattractive and with an even worse personality) boyfriend. Why? Because he wears hospital gowns to bed.
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Oh. Dear. Lord. The last image I want to have in my mind is her ugly boyfriend's ugly, pasty asscrack sticking out of a hospital gown. And also the two of them sleeping together. Ugh. I very nearly needed therapy. Maybe I still do.

Fran was a mess. She would inevitably leave the coffee pot on after she made tea (even though she always complained that the tea tasted funny. Well, yeah, tea's not going to taste very good when you make it in a coffee pot.) She left a chewed-up lollipop stick in the copy room. She left a used tea bag in a big stack of papers on her desk. I found it when I was looking for something I thought might be in her office. I got to the tea bag and the soggy papers around it, and then I thought, this just isn't really worth it. So I put everything back and left. A dirty cookie plate (with smears of jam from jam-filled cookies) also ended up in a stack of papers on her desk. She tried to leave it on another co-worker's desk, but it was returned to her before long.

She made me return a book to the library that she had spilled a cup of coffee on. It wasn't just a spot--it was soaked in coffee. I hope she had to pay for it.
(magiceyes, Fri 19 Jun 2009, 23:11, Reply)