THE best boss in the world... at least the most generous, anyway.
I simply cannot get over the generosity of this man. Although I'd like to win the lottery myself, if I had to choose a stranger to have that wealth, I know of noone more deserving than my boss.


I've been working for my boss for 18 months. His wife who had suffered with depression, committed suicide 6 months before I started working for him. He hired me to help out with his personal accounts, running the house, looking after his kids etc. It's fair to say he's very wealthy, but he is also exceptionally generous. The hours I work are long, but the work is easy, the pay is fair, I get separate accommodation, bills paid, and I get to take my dog for a long walk most afternoons.

I was contracted to work for him until September, when I'd planned to move to London.

And here's where it all starts. I've loved working for him, but things have been changing as his new partner has come onto the scene. It felt a bit like my old boss, who in truth was more like a father than my own father was, had disappeared, he'd started cracking the whip, being more demanding etc. At the same time I was tentatively looking at the sort of housing available for me in London, and starting to feel a bit crap about how things had changed.

Potentially mind-numbingly long story short(er), he asked me if I didn't mind finishing working for him at the end of June, but, of course because I'd originally been planning to stay til September, he'd pay me through July and August... Because... he thought I needed to have a little more time than a couple of weeks' annual leave to move down to London, and this would mean I wouldn't have to stress out while I was getting sorted.

I've now found a house, and the fella and I are due to move in on the 1st July. It's unfurnished, and we have nothing.

Tonight my boss and his partner (who I now get on with quite well) have let me know that, should I want them, the brand new corner sofa in my cottage can go with me, as can my new-when-I-moved-in bed and mattress, a rather lovely king size bed and mattress, a table with 4 chairs, a desk, 2 bookshelves and a futon... If I want them.

This 18 months has been a recovery period for me after a rather nasty incident at a law firm I worked for previously, and not only am I walking away more confident in myself and my abilities, with 2 months' pay in my pocket, but also a few grand's worth of furniture to boot.

I feel quite guilty about doubting him over recent months.

And all that leaves me to say is ...

My boss is better than yours, nur nur nee nur nur.
(Psyche finishes work at the end of June! Yay!!!, Tue 23 Jun 2009, 21:52, 7 replies)

But he's not your boss for much longer
I think a bottle of fine Whisky is in order
( fuck shit up the best you never had, Tue 23 Jun 2009, 22:09, closed)

SHIT!
I need to get him a present but he has EVERYTHING.

Ohgodohgodohgod what classes as fine whiskey?????
(Psyche finishes work at the end of June! Yay!!!, Tue 23 Jun 2009, 22:22, closed)

find out what he likes
a nice 18 year old single malt is always good, but he might like them peaty / smokey / oily so have a nose at what he has got in drinks cabinet , gaz me and i'll give you some suggestions

sad whisky bore
(Halfy By light alone, Tue 23 Jun 2009, 22:36, closed)

Any Glen...and you're onto a winner
/lazy answer
( fuck shit up the best you never had, Tue 23 Jun 2009, 22:43, closed)

Laghroaig
Caol Isla, Talisker. If you want to make it special, get something other than the standard 10 or 12 years old ones. You can get 15/20 years, ones matured in port barrels - generally something that is not just a great whisky, but stands out from most other bottles of that great whisky.
(The Empress it seems you CAN polish a turd!, Wed 24 Jun 2009, 11:02, closed)

How much furniture does it take
to get the taste of semen out of your mouth?
(TheColonel, Wed 24 Jun 2009, 10:19, closed)

Belated thank yous to all!

(Psyche finishes work at the end of June! Yay!!!, Thu 25 Jun 2009, 9:42, closed)