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Resortgirl
Member
09-23-2000
| Friday, April 15, 2005 - 5:25 am
I was going to go in the gripe thread with this, but I thought it might be fun to share some of the stories of our bosses. For me, this is the first time in nearly 15 years that I've had a boss(well besides my hubby ) so it's all very new to me... Here goes... It started two weeks ago, when my boss got a package in the mail and I happened to be in her office when she opened it. She started pulling out pictures and being the polite employee I am I asked her what they were. She told me that they were baby and childhood pictures of her soon to be DIL and she had to make a slide show presentation for the Rehearsal Dinner. I asked if she had done it before and she said NO! Have you? This is where you can write STUPID on my forehead....I say, yes I have, Boss says, Will you help me? Sure I say..... *gulp* So she hands me the pictures in no particular order, tells me to scan them and she'll get pictures together of her son... A little background on my boss' work style. If there is a project that needs to be done at noon on Friday, she starts it at 11:59.... sooooooo that's a bit of a problem. So I work on the pictures I have (12 hours now) and try to figure out who they are, put them in some kind of chronological order and wait for the second batch. Yesterday morning I thought I heard the phone ring about 6 am, but was groggy and can't exactly HOP out of bed with my bum ankle so I didn't get it. Around 6:30 I was up and the phone rings again... it's my boss, she says she called earlier but didn't get an answer. Ya think?? She says she wants me to come over to her house to look through childhood pictures and it would be best if I got there ASAP... besides, she has to move all the furniture out of her bedroom for a new floor to be put down. I remind her of my bum foot and she says, Oh... yeah, I guess you wouldn't be much help. What's Michael doing this morning???? I tell her he has a BIG job to do, First thing. She *Sighs* I get there around 7:30... Now I've heard that she lives in a 4400 SF lake home, and the only reason this information is important is because at one point I thought she was going to come to my house to work on it, and I was a little embarrassed... our house is old and small, ect. My house is a PALACE compared to hers. It's big alright, but for a person on crutches, it a mine field of junk and clutter... old cars, broken hoses, and dog poo litter the front yard. I make my way up the broken stairs, wishing I had had time for ONE more cup of coffee and knock on the door. I stand there for 5 minutes before she answers (actually her handyman answers) and lets me in. I know her handyman from years ago when we bowled on the same league and we chit chat a bit. At her first opportunity she hisses at me to knock off the chit chat, she's paying him $30/hour to clean out her bedroom. Alrighty then... Amidst piles of junk and mountains of clutter she grabs two huge boxes and lays them at my feet. Find pictures of my son she says... well, I've never met her son, so I think this might be a little difficult but I'm going to give it my best. The pictures aren't arranged by years, let alone decades so I'm looking at them and trying to figure out what she would want. I find one of her son and fiance when they are younger, kissing for the camera... she sees it laying on the table and says, What's this? Your son and fiance I reply. NOOOOO, this is another girlfriend!! We can't have THAT in the slideshow! Well, I think, probably not... but how the heck am I suppose to tell these blondes apart (seems he has a thing for blondes, cause there's more) Anyway, at this point her big dog gets scared and tries to crawl up on my lap that's filled with pictures and a box. I don't know this dog, and don't want him to bite me if I push him down, so I call my boss to help. She comes in and screams (more at me then the dog) and says he's ruining the pictures! By this time he has made his way completely onto my lap and pratically crawling inside my sweatshirt. The handyman takes him down and puts him outside. So back to work I go. She then summons me into her bedroom to sit on the floor and go through photo albums with her. She starts ripping out pages and throwing them frisbee style at me. If it hadn't been so ridiculously funny I would have probably cried. After about 3 hours of this she sends me off to work, 300 photos in tow. When I arrive my co-workers just shake their heads and offer their deepest sympathy. They also tell me to check caller ID from now on and NOT to pick up the phone, should it be her. My reward for doing all this? She said she'd canonize me, which I guess means sainthood... but I think after all this I won't need HERto do it... I'll have earned it on my own....LOL! TGIF!!
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Goddessatlaw
Member
07-19-2002
| Friday, April 15, 2005 - 5:36 am
Oh gawd, Resort - TGIF is right. Let it be said that no good deeds ever goes unpunished. I hope you at least were on the clock for all this. I don't really have any bad boss stories, but I did have one who would lose his mind occasionally and threaten to fire people over broken candy bars and misplaced newspapers. He really would have fired them if he'd found out who broke the candybar or read the newspaper before him, but the office staff learned to close ranks and ride it out til the boss cooled down.
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Skootz
Member
07-23-2003
| Friday, April 15, 2005 - 6:12 am
Good Lord RG, this boss is crazy. P.S. I would send her a bill for your services
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Mak1
Member
08-12-2002
| Friday, April 15, 2005 - 6:45 am
If my former boss had a child, I would swear you were working for her....and I would tell you to RUN!!!!!....the disorganization, disrespect for boundaries, dog poo, flinging things to (AT) you, her definition of "help me", screaming, co-workers' sympathy....OMG...RUN RUN RUN...Keep that sense of humor. It may help you to keep your mind. Shreds of mine are still mending, lol.
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Ladytex
Member
09-27-2001
| Friday, April 15, 2005 - 8:05 am
oh good grief!! LOL
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Karuuna
Member
08-31-2000
| Friday, April 15, 2005 - 8:17 am
Um, RG, did ya know ya had to be dead to apply for sainthood? I'm thinking that's a bad idea! One thing you can do is tell her sweetly that you are doing this as a wedding present for the kiddos. That way you can skip that later. Sheesh. And just ask anyone here before the next project, so they can coach you on saying no. 
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Reader234
Member
08-13-2000
| Friday, April 15, 2005 - 8:25 am
ROFLOL at Kar's comment - and good idea! You are such a great soul! Thanks for sharing!! 
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Maris
Member
03-28-2002
| Friday, April 15, 2005 - 8:43 am
I had a boss at my first part time job who used to save all the panty hose that she got runs in and then when she had about twenty pairs she would send me to bloomingdales to return them. She also sent me to Gucci to return things that she had worn. Then one summer job I had a boss who wore one of those full body girdle type things, and she wanted to buy another one so she asked me to dig down her back to read the label. That was back in the days when women were treated like dogs in the workplace.
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Escapee
Member
06-15-2004
| Friday, April 15, 2005 - 2:08 pm
My former boss would ask me to accompany her shopping, while on the clock, so I'd go, of course. She usually sprang for lunch, but not without altering check, and then ask me to go and pick up her children from school, and not reimburse me for mileage. The last week I worked there, she had asked me while on my lunch break to pick her up something to eat at Taco Bell. I did, and when I got back, it wasn't what she had in mind (notice she had not specified what she wanted) and she threw a burrito supreme at me! I had worked 48 hours of overtime on that pay period, and she wouldn't pay me stating that it was "volunteer" work. That's when I showed her the labor laws, and quit on the spot. A week later I had still not recieved my final check. So I added up my time, over time, double time, and double time and a half, which accumulated to a very large amount, and sent her an invoice with a copy of the labor laws, along with the law on how long from time of voluntarily quitting to the time payment should be recieved (which is 72 hours). I had a check two days later.
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Denecee
Member
09-05-2002
| Friday, April 15, 2005 - 3:36 pm
WTG! Escapee! Resortgirl, I feel for you but I also need my photo albums updated, wanna help? This happened to a co-worker of mine. The salesman in charge of her asked her to go shopping with him to try on some clothes because he said she was the same size as his wife. Less than a year later the company was sued and lost to this co-worker.
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Resortgirl
Member
09-23-2000
| Friday, April 15, 2005 - 4:15 pm
YAY Escapee!! I wish I didn't love my job and coworkers so much, so I could let her have it. I was touched today when both my coworkers told me that if I wanted to stand up to my boss, and got fired in the process they would both walk too! Don't know if they mean it, but the sentiment was sure nice. Unless their trying to get rid of me? Denecee, I can be there at 4 am!! LOL!!
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Escapee
Member
06-15-2004
| Friday, April 15, 2005 - 4:42 pm
She was the only other one in the office and part of my job (business out of her bf's home, she wasn't even employed by the company) was to nanny their children besides the office work... So quitting was really leaving her hi and dry. She had no one at all to help her out. Why did she need a nanny and an office manager if she was home and technically not employed by the company? I don't know, but that was my job description. The 48 hours of overtime was a full weekend that they were out of town and I stayed at their home, ran their office and took care of their two children (I was 19 at the time). I also saw her right a company check for a dog. $750 for a dog at a pet store. She looked at me and said "shhhhh...."
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Abby7
Member
07-17-2002
| Friday, April 15, 2005 - 8:45 pm
I used to work for a company near UCLA/Westwood. It was the late 70's during a terrible gas crisis. Lines for gas went for blocks, tying up traffic by blocking a lane...and the wait for gas was hours. Most of the gas stations near the office would run out of gas early in the day. There was a car wash/gas near the office. The wait for the car wash was "short" (about 1/2hour) Therefore, people would go there to get their car washed plus gas. It got so busy the car wash had to start limiting each car to only 5 gallons gas per car wash. Well, the President of the company would have an office clerk take his car to the car wash and get the 5 gallon limit. Then have him get back in line, get gas, car washed again.....until his tank was full. The car was a big Cadillac.
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Rosie
Member
11-12-2003
| Saturday, April 16, 2005 - 7:59 pm
Took his son shopping for clothes and he picked out two of the same thing. I thought it was pretty funny.
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Resortgirl
Member
09-23-2000
| Wednesday, April 20, 2005 - 5:21 am
I gave my boss the nearly finished CD so she could see the way it will look, asked for a few more pictures of the bride and groom together... so the song runs through to the end. She calls me at work yesterday and says, It's OK, but I see that you need some direction here (Ya think??) so what nights do you have open this week so I can work on it with you?? So, basically 30 hours of MY time are down the drain. I actually started crying at work (PMS I guess) and felt pretty stupid. My Supervisor, Mark, asked if there was anything that he, his wife or our other coworker could do to make this better..... He's so sweet! We thought about having the boss kidnapped until the day before the wedding so that she would just stay out of it. But I don't like jail, so that's not gonna work. 
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Skootz
Member
07-23-2003
| Wednesday, April 20, 2005 - 5:39 am

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Resortgirl
Member
09-23-2000
| Wednesday, April 20, 2005 - 5:48 am
ROFLMAO!!!!! That is how I looked this morning! Exactly!
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Wapland
Member
08-01-2000
| Wednesday, April 20, 2005 - 7:40 am
I once worked for a moving company.... One very hot summer morning we arrive at this house to pack it for moving. The family is eating their breakfast, so we proceed downstairs to begin our job. A couple of hours later we move upstairs to begin the long task of packing the kitchen. The family has disppeared, although everything else is how I last saw it 2 hours ago. Kitchen table littered with dishes filled with leftover bacon and eggs. When I asked my boss if I should go to the bedrooms to start working on them, he angrily replied that no I was to get the kitchen done. Now I suppose you think that he next told me to clean up the dirty dishes....nope not that boss, he told me to pack them, as is! So I spent the next 1/2 hour packing dirty dishes with eggs and bacon dripping off them. It was so disgusting! And he would not let me wash them as he 'wasn't paying me to wash dishes!' I felt so bad, like any goody two shoes 16 year old, I quickly jotted a note on the inside of the box to the unpacker saying I was sorry. The family was moving across country. I never went back and I would never hire a moving company to move me even around the block! Fondly Wappy
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Juju2bigdog
Member
10-27-2000
| Wednesday, April 20, 2005 - 4:18 pm
Wappy, I really don't think that's so bad. That family learned a valuable lesson about moving.
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