I’m a senior manager in a small corporation. There’s a woman in our office who is the victim of what I call a “witch hunt.”
She is generally not seen as management material because she is too “soft,” and so was passed over for promotion several times, and even demoted once. She has allegedly vented her frustrations “anonymously” on sites such as these. We cannot prove it’s her, but it sounds enough like her to have angered senior management.
My friend, Pete worked for a boss that was into mystic meditation and reading crystals. When he went in to interview, the man stared at the walls and the ceiling but not at Pete. Pete stopped talking and just stared at him.
I’m sensing your aura, dude. Keep talking,” he said.
He hired Pete. Pete took the job because there wasn’t another one out there.
It was a shipping company and pretty busy. But the boss didn’t pay his bills. Consequently, Pete was left to deal with a slew of companies wanting their money. He tap-danced as best he could. Clients started calling lawyers and collection agencies.
One day this businessman came storming over to “beat the money out of him” that the boss owed. Pete called the police. The secretary went home. The boss went downstairs and had the building manager lock him in the basement vault until the “madman” was gone!
Pete told the boss, “It makes no sense to not pay our bills.”
“Everyone’s against me,” the boss said. “Cosmic forces are conspiring to ruin me.” He suggested they stop working and just meditate.
My friend, Pete is Irish and this was his first job in the US. He thought we were all crazy if this guy was normal. “This guy never would have been able to run a business in Ireland,” he told me.
“Why not?” I asked.
“Because they would have locked the loon up!” he said.
He told the boss, “Maybe we can shift the balance of cosmic forces back and change our karma.”
“How?” his boss asked.
“By paying our bills!” Pete shouted, throwing the bills down on his desk.
Pete decided to quit the company. He was the book keeper and they were running out of money. Soon they would not have any to make payroll with. He went in on a Saturday to pack things up at his desk so when he handed in his resignation letter the following Monday morning he could make a quick exit.
The boss was in the office with a lady he introduced as his spiritual mentor. They were chanting and sprinkling what looked like dust or glitter on everyone’s desk, ringing a bell and saying something in a foreign language.
His boss told him they were dispelling the bad spirits in the place to reverse the company’s finances.
The mentor told Pete he had a greedy aura.
Pete told them goodbye.
Announcing the sale of pot out of a dorm room window is probably not a good idea when two police officers are within hearing range.
A pair of former Northeastern University freshmen are facing drug and other charges after prosecutors said one of them leaned out his dorm window on Sunday and loudly told a woman in the dorm opposite his that he and his roommate were selling pot.
Two plain clothes Boston officers in the building overheard the conversation, made their way up to a second floor dorm room where they arrested Michael Emery, 18, of Haverhill and Matthew Ferrante, 18, of North Andover after finding about four ounces of marijuana, drug paraphernalia, including a scale, and several bottles of alcohol in the room, the Suffolk district attorney’s office said.
After college, my fiance convinced me to hang up my waitressing uniform and try getting a real office job where I could learn some of the skills I would need to move up in the world, so that’s what I did.
It was a lawn care company and there were three of us working in the office – the owner, the bookkeeper and myself. My job was general office duties, phones and talking to the guys out in the field when they needed to call in and out of their jobs.