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.
2 comments:
What a lazy bastard! I hate supervisor types like that who are too wrapped up in themselves to send an email. Mess with that person as much as you think is deserved and remember to report it back to us, your readers.
Although I am not sure I would like sending emails for someone, at the very least it was funny.
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