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[badseed1980]

Talking about kink in general terms today made me want to watch that sweet and quirky love story, Secretary, tonight. Now, don't get me wrong: I love the movie. It's amazingly acted, and brilliantly directed. But there are times when it triggers thoughts of a most un-fun variety. Flashbacks to my old awful job. Damn. It's amazing that after two years as a permanent MIT employee (just had my anniversary yesterday), I can still cringe and tense up at the idea of having to re-do something ten times because after the boss's reaction to the first mistake, you get so panicky you just keep making more...

I'm so lucky to be in a SANE job now. And that no one I've played with has ever treated me like my old boss did. Because that would cause major brain break and unhappiness.

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[inathunderstorm.livejournal.com]

OMG, we have some eerily similar stories. My first job out of grad school, before ending up in the job I do now (in the world of higher ed development!) was working for a CRAZY ABUSIVE PSYCHO. I read The Devil Wears Prada in the car on the way home from Thanksgiving one year and nearly had heart palpitations.

::hugs you in sympathy for crazy bosses::

We will have to exchange horror stories for mutual support sometime.

[badseed1980.livejournal.com]

The one thing I tell everyone that makes them go o.O is that whenever we got some binder clips in an OfficeMax order, I would have to take a jar of each size, open up each clip to make it ready-to-pinch, and put the jars on his desk. He didn't want to have to open them as he used them.

[inathunderstorm.livejournal.com]

Mine, when the toilet paper or paper towels would run out, would leave the empty ones on my desk. And she would never replace the paper towel/toilet paper herself, but leave it stacked up on the dispenser for me to do. And I could never put paperclips on things because they gave her "carpal tunnel".

One snowy day, I was stuck in traffic because there was an accident in front of me. I called in, explained why I was late, and then when I got to work she yelled at me and said I should have left my house at 6:30 am to have avoided the accident. Then she told me to miss my family Christmas with my in-laws that weekend and come in Saturday to redo the filing system, to make up for it.

My other coworker waltzed in at 10:00, late, without calling. She didn't say a word to him. I was also the secretary, and he was an analyst.

[badseed1980.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I was a secretary (aka Office Bitch) too.

[paigemom.livejournal.com]

I have a couple ex-jobs I still have nightmares about.