My boss grumbles. At me.
It’s frustrating when you’re trying to take dictation for him (does one take dictation? Do dictation? He dictates. I type. My sole purpose in that office is my fast fingers. I have nightmares about falling and breaking them. I will be out of a job) and he grumbles and mumbles under his breath at me. It’s awfully hard to hear what I’m supposed to type when he’s muttering intelligibly. I’ve never been good with foreign languages. I’m always afraid of asking him to clarify what he’s saying; the phrase “poking a sleeping dragon” comes to mind.
But I must. I must hear what he is saying. Otherwise he’ll make his grumbling louder, and ANGRIER when I get it wrong.
What is a meek, timid, girl-who-wants-to-stay-employed to do?
By the way, nothing makes you feel worse than having a boss making you feel idiotic all day, answering innocent questions with such “well, DUH,” expression and tone that teenagers in the vicinity would squirm with jealousy. The incompetence and self righteousness rises in waves, and you are so sure that you are so much smarter and this is so not worth your time. Then imagine discovering something you really and truly did. And it was stupid enough to qualify you the village idiot du jour.
Also, I discovered that I am incapable of eating salads neatly. Either that, or I don’t cut my veggies small enough. Off to finishing school for me.
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I totally hear ya. I was in a similar experience last summer.
Don't let stupid bosses get you down. You're a lot smarter than they can make you feel. Besides - they don't even really know you!
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