Enough of a Review to Last a Lifetime

I was talking to one of my friends on the phone today, and we were reminiscing about our ex-boss, Sandie. Sandie was a character. Sandie was the only person I would reserve open and unashamed use of the C-Word for. Even now, when I use the C-Word, people know I mean business, because essentially I am calling someone Sandie, which is a far, far, far worse insult than the actual C-Word.

Anyway, C-Word Sandie called me in for a review once. And she started out the review with the following statement:

"Enna, I see you like flare pants. See, the problem is you have very thin legs, which makes the pants just look like bell bottoms. I do not like this look on you."

She went on from there. BUT HOW DO YOU PAY ATTENTION AFTER THAT?  The review just got worse. All I could think about was, "With a face like THAT, with that uneven poodle haircut of yours, YOU HAVE THE NERVE TO CRITICIZE ME? NAW BITCH. I AM NOT HAVING THAT."

So was a horrible boss. She used to downright ridicule me in public, criticize my outfits, call me stupid, etc. When I found out she was outsourcing my whole department and I was being laid off, I went ahead and jumped the gun and decided to quit.  (I did not know how unemployment worked back then. If I did, I would have just been laid off!)

Either way, I got out a piece of paper, wrote the word 'Cunt' on it in really large letters, folded it up, and went in to go talk to Sandie. I sat down, told her I was quitting because I know she was going to outsource my department. I then handed her the folded-up piece of paper, told her I quit, and this is my resignation. I tapped on the paper on her desk, and told her, "Oh, and I put a little something in here about you." Then I promptly got up and (very swiftly) walked out.

I never looked back.

I did Google her once, and I found her, and found out that she died in the world trade center attacks. I was...(as sick as this sounds) relieved. So relieved, in fact, that I called some of my friends who worked with her and told them.  Then I remember that I worked with her in 2002, so there was no chance that it was her who died in the attacks. It just happened that there were two Sandie's who worked for the same company.

Then I felt really really guilty. So guilty I went out and donated to the Fireman's Fund.