Much like in Office Space, I have about seven immediate supervisors. Much like in the movie, sometimes I have to report and answer the same question up to seven times. Unlike the movie though, my job is actually fun and I like what I do, so I can tolerate the little quirks of my place of employment. Sometimes though, I can’t help but question the sanity and/or maturity levels of some of my lovely co-workers/supervisors who, in some cases, are forty years older than me.
Like the other day, one of my particularly zany bosses asked me to send an email to a partner in our
“My chewing gum shot wasn't "gross" enough. Can you do any better?”
That will SO be me when I’m sixty.