My boss
My boss is really interesting. She has long, blonde hair to her butt and long red nails which she's informed me are her own. She's post-menopausal age, but she's immature in a lot of ways. I know that she was married at 15, so that may be why. She cries a lot, she's clairvoyant, and gets really giddy when men ask her out, which apparently happens all the time. She tells me a lot of personal stories having to do with her life, and I decided to start documenting them here. For the record, I have no problem with her; she's a nice, hands-off boss most of the time. She's also the kind of person I'm really glad to have on my team because she can get scary on others. So when I remember to, I'll be sharing some of her better stories here.
Yesterday, she came up to me and said, "I got locked in the cemetery last night. It was my grandma's birthday so I decided to bring her flowers. So I said happy birthday, left the flowers, and found the gate to the cemetery locked. I called 911 and a cop came. He refused to break the lock, so I waited for two hours in the cemetery until someone from the establishment came with a key. After that fiasco, the cop asked for my phone number and he just called me for a date. That's what reminded me to tell you about this."
and then today, she said- "this guy who I am seeing asked me to go away with him this weekend, to Reno on a motorcycle. And then, this other guy who I see all the time just now asked me to go to Reno with him. On a motorcycle." I asked if they were friends "no, they run in different circles." I thought, there's really only one type who takes women on motorcycle rides up to Reno. Gross.
I'll write soon about her ghost stories that she told me when i first started; gotta go back to work.
Yesterday, she came up to me and said, "I got locked in the cemetery last night. It was my grandma's birthday so I decided to bring her flowers. So I said happy birthday, left the flowers, and found the gate to the cemetery locked. I called 911 and a cop came. He refused to break the lock, so I waited for two hours in the cemetery until someone from the establishment came with a key. After that fiasco, the cop asked for my phone number and he just called me for a date. That's what reminded me to tell you about this."
and then today, she said- "this guy who I am seeing asked me to go away with him this weekend, to Reno on a motorcycle. And then, this other guy who I see all the time just now asked me to go to Reno with him. On a motorcycle." I asked if they were friends "no, they run in different circles." I thought, there's really only one type who takes women on motorcycle rides up to Reno. Gross.
I'll write soon about her ghost stories that she told me when i first started; gotta go back to work.