The head custodian rode me hard from the minute I punched in right to the end of my shift, night after night.
The son of a bitch moved as quiet as a cat and had the nasty habit of popping out like a jack-in-the-box in places you’d least expect—a stall in the ladies’ room, a file cabinet in some executive’s office, a steel-clad shutter of the boiler room.
How he managed to be everywhere and still get through his own considerable workload was an ongoing mystery.
Even now I am not convinced that there was only one of him.
Some people are just gifted like that. Annoying for everyone else.
They’re everywhere. everywhere I tell you
Dear Josh,
Sounds like a jerk I worked for. He couldn’t wait to get someone in trouble. And if something was his fault, he looked for someone to take the fall. Well written. (And tell your alter ego his story was simply brilliant…I’d tell him myself but he never comments on my stories. ;) )
Shalom,
Rochelle
Glad you liked it. Both pieces are from the same short story, actually.
I think this made all of us think of bosses we’ve had who are “gifted” with the ability to be everywhere, all the time :)
Either very efficient and dedicated boss, or a creep…
There’s one of those people at just about every work-place.
Eyes in the back of his head and everywhere else it seems! Nice one .
Here’s mine!
Sounds like the beginning of a Stephen King short story! Well done :)
There is always someone like that at work unfortunately. Nice one.
The bad boss – a life lesson must deal with if we are to grow.
Your mention of a stall in the ladies room made me wonder whether he was imaginary. Pretty creepy if he wasn’t!
His management skills were along the lines of ‘I know they’re skiving so I’ll cath them at it’ rather than helpful.
oooooooh perhaps there was not just one … oy vey.