I got back to the office from kacking three child molesters and two lawyers yesterday, and was looking at the board for another, when my boss came out of his office. He kinda did a double-take, and said, "What are you doing here? Aren't you on vacation?"
I snarled, then took a deep breath and told him what had happened with all the God-damned banks in town.
The jerk says, "oh." and goes back into his office, and waves me inside. He hands me another, even more satisfying hit, this one on a large, national bank's president who's been acquitted of a Ponzi scheme on a technicality (evidence that was gathered incorrectly, and thrown out as inadmissible). I smiled, and took the file.
So I got back to the office early this afternoon to collect my take, and my boss's door is open. On a Saturday. He's never there on a Saturday. So, I poke my head in to let him know I've done the job.
And he grins. "That's why we love you. High, fast turnover. By the way, I've got a brochure for you."
I did not know until today, at 3:45 p.m., that the First National Federal Public Assassin's Credit Union existed. And that they close at 3:00 p.m. on Saturdays.
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Are you telling me that your boss used your irritation to manipulate you into doing a job that he would have assigned you had you *not* been on vacation?
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That is precisely the case, sister dear.
ReplyDeleteSometimes it really sucks, working with sociopaths. At least, in your former profession, if they were going to screw you that painfully, they paid dearly for the privilege.