Don't take my stapler
I apologize in advance for the rant…
Imagine a spoiled child with an extreme egocentric and obsessive compulsive attitude coupled with ADHD. Now put that persona into the body of a grown man. Sprinkle with arrogance and machismo. Shake well. Now give him control of a million dollar company. Viola! You have my boss.
Whenever I am not busy following up on his ridiculous promotional brain farts, or fixing his public relations mistakes, I am slaving over press releases in a vain attempt to get his fucked up company into the papers. For some reason, he feels that he is owed a prestigious place among the columns of most South Jersey papers. So far I’ve managed to get him featured four times. It goes without saying that I do not receive even a glimmer of, “Good job Lauren.” Anyway, today I was able to call a few contacts, write up a few releases, and get the company featured again. Now all of a sudden he wants me to get his go ahead before I deal with the press. Excuse me?
Did he go to college for public relations? Does he know about the nuances of press release copy? He can’t even spell nuance! And now he’s going to place another load of company policy bullshit on my desk. He has put so many restrictions on me it is a wonder I can even dress myself without his permission.
For weeks this job had gone from bad to worse. From now on I’m only collecting a paycheck until I can move on. I’m also practicing the teachings of Office Space from now until the day I quit. So for the rest of the day I’m going to dutifully ignore my boss and then beat the crap out of the fax machine.
And in all seriousness, if anyone knows of any leads on possible jobs, please pass them my way.
Imagine a spoiled child with an extreme egocentric and obsessive compulsive attitude coupled with ADHD. Now put that persona into the body of a grown man. Sprinkle with arrogance and machismo. Shake well. Now give him control of a million dollar company. Viola! You have my boss.
Whenever I am not busy following up on his ridiculous promotional brain farts, or fixing his public relations mistakes, I am slaving over press releases in a vain attempt to get his fucked up company into the papers. For some reason, he feels that he is owed a prestigious place among the columns of most South Jersey papers. So far I’ve managed to get him featured four times. It goes without saying that I do not receive even a glimmer of, “Good job Lauren.” Anyway, today I was able to call a few contacts, write up a few releases, and get the company featured again. Now all of a sudden he wants me to get his go ahead before I deal with the press. Excuse me?
Did he go to college for public relations? Does he know about the nuances of press release copy? He can’t even spell nuance! And now he’s going to place another load of company policy bullshit on my desk. He has put so many restrictions on me it is a wonder I can even dress myself without his permission.
For weeks this job had gone from bad to worse. From now on I’m only collecting a paycheck until I can move on. I’m also practicing the teachings of Office Space from now until the day I quit. So for the rest of the day I’m going to dutifully ignore my boss and then beat the crap out of the fax machine.
And in all seriousness, if anyone knows of any leads on possible jobs, please pass them my way.