I don't think anyone hates their boss as much as me. He is the world's worst man and boss. He is mean and condescending, he dislikes women, thinks he knows everything about everything and everyone, micro-managing, the biggest slob ever, and expects the sun to rise and set just for him... seriously. Just once (well, maybe it happened just once), would I love to complete something for him and get thanked. Or complimented. Genuinely. Even not genuinely. I mean, I fucking pay all his bills. I do WHATEVER he needs done, and I mean WHATEVER ("I don't like this phone anymore, please go exchange it" "Can we have afternoon coffee everyday?" "you need to drive me home today" "my girlfriend is coming into town and my kitchen needs cleaning" "my car is making noise, please have it fixed" etc. You get the point. There is nothing off limits with this man, and he expects me to drop MY life for whatever he needs done. Whenever that is. Then verbally abuses me if things don't go exactly to what HE expected "I'm sorry if this job interferes with your personal life" "if you want to be part of our future, you'd better be part of the present" I can go on and on about the mean-spirited things he has done.... Oh, like the time I made cupcakes and brought them in for everyone. I was so excited... I'm a great baker, and I was showing off my skills, since I knew everyone in the office loves sweets.. well, except for Voldemort, because at the time he was watching his calories. A few hours after I brought them in, there was a paper hanging over the cupcakes with two pictures on it.. One of Russel Crowe as Gladiator, and one of Russel Crowe with a few extra pounds, with the words on it "He Ate Cupcakes". Stop laughing...
To Be Continued......
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