Old Bosses

Personal Bits, Work

Scott: bla bla bla blaaah bla bla bla bla

Good lord, he does go on doesnt he? Didnt he say this to me…what…three times since Ive started to work here? Scott has mentioned his management style every time we have these one on one meetings. Yes I get that you are a good manager, if not too informative in some areas. Ive heard this “open door policy” thing of his so many times I should get a $1 for every time he mentions it. Then I could go to Disney. And not have to stay at the cut rate resorts, either. No Parliament House for me, no sir.

Scott: Bla bla bla bla bla bla blaaa bla.

I guess it could be worse. Scott is the kind of boss that tells you exactly what he needs and then walks away. Trusting. Precise. Respectful. And always a smile. Ive had worse. Like managing that kitchen gadget store for those three gay guys. Three guys that at one point or another were dating each other and lived together while they ran that shop. That was like working for Sybil herself. You never knew which one was in a bad mood or which one was going to go off on the other in the middle of the store. When their tantrums started filtering into the store I had this routine down: smile nicely at the customer, roll your eyes in a conspiratory manner, bag their purchase and get them out that door as quickly as possible.

Scott: Bleh bla bla bla blllah…

Or the boss who would drink. That was tough too. One day he’s giving me a full length leather overcoat for recognizing the hard work I’ve done and the next he’s crying on my shoulder and making bizzare hockey-pant-wearing flirtatious moves on me. He was well dressed, though. Even if he did like to get pissed on in those hockey pants.

Scratch scratch

Scott: Bla bla bla bla

I wonder if any of my staff remember me from when I was working in that converted old jail International Hostel in Ottawa. I think of Wendy often lately. I wonder if she married into that military family from Trenton. And John. I wonder if he’s kissed Stevie Ray Vaughn’s boots yet. I think I was a good and fair boss. I certainly knew when to turn a blind eye, especially managing a staff of 5 just-over-twenty-somethings, all of us living together under one roof. Ha. Just remembered gluing all those condoms over Wendy’s door when her boyfriend came to town for a weekend visit. Why is my forehead so itchy? Its not full on winter yet, not dry skin season…maybe it was those weird devil horns I had on for halloween. I should get those pictures up to my blog soon. Did I just miss something? He’s looking at me. What the hell is on my forehead?

Scott: Bla bla bla bla

Scratch! Scratch!
*Plink*

Oh sweet jesus titty fucking christ…look at that size of skin flake that just fell off from between my eyebrows. Right there on my notes. Sweep it off! Sweep it off…slowly.

Scott: Bla bla bla Ted…?

Ted: Yes Scott?

Scott: Moisturize .

Ted: Yes Scott.

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