Almost a year to the day that he fired me for telling him not to call me stupid, my boss started another fight with me this morning because I was late for work. Today’s onslaught of hurled insults included that I am stupid, lazy, a fuck-up, and a baby. Oh, and he feels sorry for me. I also learned that I make “hundreds of mistakes each week,” and everything that goes wrong at the paper is my fault. He also said that he would love to see me find a job better than this one, which is really funny because….
I GOT A NEW JOB!
Click “play”! Revel with me for a moment!
There are few moments in my life when I shed actual tears of joy – at weddings for my friends, when I watch the final moments of Super Bowl 36, when I’m driving to Patriots training camp…
I will now shed tears of joy knowing that I will never have to endure another one of Mean Boss’s tirades. He can no longer call me stupid, dumb, lazy, a baby, so on and so forth. He can no longer belittle me with insulting comments about how inadequate I am or how I can’t do anything right or say that it’s my job to come into work 12 hours after I had a D&C.
Oh yeah, I never told that little story about when I had my miscarriage three years ago and he made me come into work less than 12 hours after I had my Dilation and Curettage procedure against my doctor’s wishes, ON MY BIRTHDAY NO LESS, and told me I had to because “it’s not like you do anything. You just sit there.”
And this came a little more than two weeks after he told me I was “fucking stupid” to get pregnant from a “dirtbag” like my boyfriend. I bet he laughed when I lost the baby. I certainly wouldn’t put it past him.
Did I mention how he tried to fire me for having to miss a day to have my wisdom teeth removed? Or how he nearly fired me for having jury duty? Or how he insulted my entire family? See why I call him “Mean Boss”?
I am the POSTER CHILD for creating an emergency fund so that if you find yourself in a bad situation at work, you can quit.
But none of that matters anymore because on Monday I will be starting a new job at a truly AMAZING place with one of the nicest people I have ever met as my new boss. Oh boy, here come those elusive tears of joy again…
…and Mean Boss can put four newspapers together himself, which shouldn’t be too difficult because, according to him, I just screw it all up anyway.