I had this boss once, she was a real bitch. She was in charge of scheduling at this shitty job I had once. I actually quite enjoyed the job, but I was good at it, it didn’t pay shit, and there were a dozen of the same jobs I could have had inside a city block. Good times, the mid-90s, before 9/11 and all that. Anyway, I tell boss lady I’m going to a family reunion. I tell her like a month in advance, because she’s always stressed, got these bulging eyes like her stress level is over 9000, though I’m not sure that meme was around then. So she tells me my time off request is denied. So I tell her again, except I reiterate, I am going to be gone on these days and I’m telling you now as a courtesy. I will not be in town. No one will answer my house phone (we didn’t have cell phones then). Make. Other. Arrangements. You have time. She tells me I won’t have a job to come back to. I say, be that as it may, I’m going to this event. I still live with my parents, I’m only 16 anyway, I do good work, and I will be hired by the competition within a week. But I like the food here, I tell her, so I’ll come in at least once a week and it’ll be no hard feelings, I’ll say hi to everyone. I went, I had a great time, and when I came back, I found that I was still on the schedule. And honestly that was the last problem I had out of her. We weren’t friends afterward, but she never got in my way again. It’s been 30 years. I honestly hope she’s well. She wasn’t much older than me. Mid-20s, tops. So I’d like to think she’s a grandma now, her bitchy days long in the past, the grandkids not believing their parents’ stories about how much of a holy terror she used to be. People change.
Figuratively in both senses, eliminate and rival.
I had this boss once, she was a real bitch. She was in charge of scheduling at this shitty job I had once. I actually quite enjoyed the job, but I was good at it, it didn’t pay shit, and there were a dozen of the same jobs I could have had inside a city block. Good times, the mid-90s, before 9/11 and all that. Anyway, I tell boss lady I’m going to a family reunion. I tell her like a month in advance, because she’s always stressed, got these bulging eyes like her stress level is over 9000, though I’m not sure that meme was around then. So she tells me my time off request is denied. So I tell her again, except I reiterate, I am going to be gone on these days and I’m telling you now as a courtesy. I will not be in town. No one will answer my house phone (we didn’t have cell phones then). Make. Other. Arrangements. You have time. She tells me I won’t have a job to come back to. I say, be that as it may, I’m going to this event. I still live with my parents, I’m only 16 anyway, I do good work, and I will be hired by the competition within a week. But I like the food here, I tell her, so I’ll come in at least once a week and it’ll be no hard feelings, I’ll say hi to everyone. I went, I had a great time, and when I came back, I found that I was still on the schedule. And honestly that was the last problem I had out of her. We weren’t friends afterward, but she never got in my way again. It’s been 30 years. I honestly hope she’s well. She wasn’t much older than me. Mid-20s, tops. So I’d like to think she’s a grandma now, her bitchy days long in the past, the grandkids not believing their parents’ stories about how much of a holy terror she used to be. People change.