THE WORST JOB I’VE EVER HAD

A respost: in response to today’s daily bonus prompt.

Background (it was back in the olden days, there may be terms younger readers don’t understand):

I worked for the crabbiest man in the world. A bigoted, racist and homophobic old fool, who denied he was of Arab descent and actually had his surname changed to that of his (English) step-father to obliterate any traces to a less-than-snow-white bloodline.

A tyrant of the worst order, nothing but a bully with the most extreme case of short-man-syndrome I have ever encountered. And he resisted change in any form, bar those changes which would result in him owning the latest gadgets and so being able to display these gadgets as a sign of his increasing wealth. Let’s call him Mike.
(‘Coz that’s his name
and he’s still around, I hear,
and still exactly the same). – a little bit of rhyme to lift the heaviness of this post.

At the time I was happily plonking about on a Daisy Wheel Typewriter (we made up newspapers in those days by pasting individual items onto the broadsheet layout and then taking a bromide of them!!!) and he would stand behind me barking insults if I made a mistake.

I am not going to turn this into a pity-party-post, but I suffered six years of abuse from this man. I had a nervous breakdown and recovered, but it was the computer that liberated me from him eventually.

Here’s the story / the computer arrives:

His arch rival at the golf club had announced that he had procured computers for his office and – of course – our chap had to do the same. The various boxes were delivered to my desk and I was sent off to do a course on how to operate the newfangled machine. It was all terribly exciting and I got the hang of it in no time at all.

Fearful of making his own ignorance apparent (and not prepared to suffer the indignity of asking to be taught) he studiously avoided even looking at my new computer.

Digression (it is important to the story, bear with me): Wednesday and Friday afternoons were golf days for the man and he was obsessed with the idea that I would be idle in his absence. The fact that I may sit at my desk doing the crossword puzzle for two hours just infuriated him and, in a flash of inspiration, he decided that the solution was for him to make me capture every single piece of typed paper in his wall of lever-arched files onto the computer. (Including detailed medical aid bills for his wife’s psychotherapy).

Digression #2: A year before, I had invested in those cassettes that let you learn French while driving in your car. I delighted in my little yellow Post It notes that reminded me to ‘buy Sta Soft’ or ‘renew car licence’; written in French and stuck on my desk, he couldn’t understand French and would go half-insane with restraining himself from asking me to translate them.

The end:

I resigned one Wednesday, after I completed (about) # 78 of his files.
I’d had enough fun translating and saving all his records into French and it was all feeling a bit boring. Besides, all the job adverts were screaming for people who were ‘computer literate’, I could really take my pick.

My letter of resignation was written in French.
I used a gay, Indian lawyer to sue him for my final salary cheque.

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68 Comments Add yours

  1. nrhatch says:

    Bwahahaha! Loved it the first time. Loved it on the repost.

    Thanks, Cin. You’re an “evil” woman . . . that’s why je t’aime!

    1. theonlycin says:

      un million embrasse xxx mwah!

  2. That is without a doubt a classic my friend. Well done… I do believe ALL of us are sitting on a story like that (in fact are you sure that old boss of yours didn’t immigrate to Australia???) 🙂 🙂
    I love the way you got checked, checked & totally checkmated him. Awesome 🙂

    1. theonlycin says:

      Perhaps some evil devil cloned him? 😉

  3. Liane says:

    After six years of abuse you sure sound like you had something to smile about… for a change. I’ve been in a victimization situation – you were more ‘ball-sy’ than me – I almost admire that – I’m just thankful it didn’t last six years… only two… breakdowns… hmmm… yes… Never imagined it happening to me, but anyway…

    Even if he’s still the same you sure have come a looooooong way by the sound of it… “never empty handed” 😉 Good for you!

    1. theonlycin says:

      Thanks Lee, I really feel for the women who subsequently worked for him. Wonder if he put ‘must speak French’ on the job ad?

      1. Liane says:

        …unless he’s had it translated back to English by now… that girl also fired… (or left) haha (and of course her having a very good understanding of why it was in French to begin with 😉

      2. theonlycin says:

        Teehee, should have left her a little note 😉

  4. Brava!! But! Did you win the suit!?

    1. Perhaps I should say:

      Avez-vous gagné l’action en justice? Oui? Je l’aime!

      😀

  5. Brilliant dear Cindy, brilliant!
    🙂 Mandy

  6. gospelwriter says:

    Good work, Cin! Ah, vengeance is sweet…

    1. theonlycin says:

      Sweeter than sugar 😀

  7. slpmartin says:

    You are one of the most delightful people I know…I shall smile all night just thinking about how you got your final cheque from him…I would have loved to have seen his face. 🙂

    1. theonlycin says:

      Actually, so would I, he must have been purple with rage 😉
      Sleep tight.

  8. revenge can be so very sweet

    1. theonlycin says:

      I can still taste it all these years later ;p

  9. Thinking back, how many had to cover up their real origins for a chance at a free-er life than they would have had.

    Bloody apartheid made liars of even good people

    1. theonlycin says:

      Nah, I still don’t buy it, what he did was pander to apartheid 😦

  10. Ha ha thats so great! Six years is an awful long time to suffer like that. Like my daughter says, people get the slightest bit of power and they seem to go beserk! Glad to hear that you are in a better place now.

    1. theonlycin says:

      I’m glad too 🙂

  11. I’ve been trying to learn French for years. I was fluent as a very young child but upon moving back to the states at the age of six I lost it all. 😦

    1. theonlycin says:

      I’m sure all you need is a little French conversation and you’d be back in the saddle in no time at all?

  12. souldipper says:

    I had one of those Napoleonic types who strutted around like a little bantam rooster – self centered to the max, treating women abominably. Since I was the CFO with a contract, he tried to badger me into submission. It backfired on him – especially in Board Meetings. Because the Board had integrity and courage, the Trustees “accepted his resignation”.

    He didn’t work again in that field.

    1. theonlycin says:

      Poor man …
      Nah! I retract my sympathy …

  13. leigh says:

    Encore!

    1. theonlycin says:

      Mercy bow coop 😉

  14. Tandy says:

    I have another name for his syndrome – and we have “friends” just like that!

    1. theonlycin says:

      Ain’t you the lucky ones, not 🙂

  15. Poisonberry says:

    You need black shoes with metal studs.. Cause you rock!!

    1. theonlycin says:

      And a corset and a whip? 😉

      1. Poisonberry says:

        Thought you had those already!!??

      2. theonlycin says:

        Some things I can’t share here 😉

  16. colonialist says:

    What a pity one can only use imagination to show one what his reaction was when he looked at (hopefully, urgently needing) the first one of those records!

    1. theonlycin says:

      Oh that would have been a treat!

  17. Adeeyoyo says:

    Good for you, Cindy!

    1. theonlycin says:

      Why so scarce, Adee, you not fully over your op yet? Miss you 🙂

  18. Michelle says:

    Funny!!!

  19. I LOVE it! Talk about a woman’s revenge.

    1. theonlycin says:

      Stick with me, kiddo *wink*

  20. Witch Twin says:

    Absolutely brilliant. Wouldn’t expect any less from you!
    Hugs, OC.

    1. theonlycin says:

      Hey WT, always a treat to have a visit from you! 😀

  21. Bravo, Cindy! Very funny post!
    Sunshine xx

    1. theonlycin says:

      From a sodoku fiend, ballet dancing, stand up comedian, compulsive job-interviewee ??? High praise indeed, thanks 🙂

  22. lifeinarecipe says:

    A Cintini
    1 part Cindy + 1 computer + a splash of French
    Shaken but undeterred
    = Cin’s priceless post
    As always, you’ve made me smile…thanks for sharing your story! 🙂

    1. theonlycin says:

      Lovely Comment, thanks Cindy 🙂

  23. granny1947 says:

    Well worth a second read Cindy…wish i could have seen his face when he found out what you had done!

    1. theonlycin says:

      Oh, so do I, so do I!

  24. Un petit roquet qui a eu ce qu´il méritait !! Bravo Cindy 🙂

    1. theonlycin says:

      Just call me a regular little rocket-launcher 😉

  25. bluebee says:

    Tres fabulous revenge, Cin! 😀

  26. buttercup600 says:

    You are a girl after my own heart….and true…one day we’ll have Shiraz over dinner…that’s a promise I made to myself!! BRILLIANT!!

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