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My first "real job" out of college was in marketing for a small industrial company. My background is in sports, so this was the most boring job ever to me, but it's amazing what the need for money and insurance will do to a girl. Anyway, my boss was a lady in her 60s, you'd think with 40+ years experience she'd have picked up some tact and common sense. Here's a list of my experiences with her that I haven't been able to block from my memory in the 3 years since I quit:
-During Christmas time she was talking loudly (and in great detail) in our crowded lunch room about a book she got for her best friend. The book's name? Penis.
-The Xmas party was at a nice bar. I played a game of darts with some co-workers. Bosslady was asking around who wanted to be in for the next game and I said I would. She replied, in a pompous tone, "No, you've already had your turn." Am I 5 years old?
-She kept a collection of odd pictures outside her cubicle. The classic was a pic of 2 port-a-potties on a sidewalk that had large statues of Asian women's heads placed next to them.
-She was training me on how to put together a trade show. Keep in mind this woman thought she was the epitome of class and that all others should bow before her. She showed me a binder she was putting together for a show she was organizing. On the cover? A picture of a demon, complete with horns and breasts.
The last straw came when she called me in for a private meeting because she was getting "bad vibes" from me. She told me she wanted to (exact quote) "mold me into a professional young woman." Since demons and port-o-potties don't fit into my definition of professionalism, I quit on the spot. I'm amazed I lasted 6 weeks.
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