I have several bosses that I loved working for. The most fun are the ones who play along with my insanity. One of my bosses moved to France and I miss her horribly. Her name was Elizabeth, so I called her Lizardibreath to her face. And behind her back.
There was a particular incident that demonstrates our relationship.
I was having lunch at my desk: burger, fries, a packet of salt and of course a diet soda.
Lizard-breath came stomping around the corner. We could all hear her coming. The click, click of her high heels running through the isle ways made grown men cringe.
“I need you to …”
I held up my hand for her to stop, opened the packet of salt and sprinkled it in a circle around my chair. “Ok, now what?” I asked.
She responded without skipping a beat. “I’m not a witch, I’m a vampire. I need you to ….”
“Damn it, I forgot the garlic salt.”
“Go through the clients records and …”
She was always up for the game. I really miss Lizard-breath. She just had to move to France. How insensitive can one person be?
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