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Everybody somewhere in their life has had a highly stressful job. And of course I think that  everybody has had or has a boss they would love to kill.

My boss was downright nasty. He was the devil. Or maybe he worshipped the devil. To put it blutly, he loved to get under everybody’s skin. For him, it was a hobby. He was a Lawyer for Social Security Disability. I was his clerk.

I will call him Pee Head. Because that is what he was. A pee head with all mouth and no brains. Sort of like Archie Bunker.

I argued with Mr. Pee Head more than I did my work. Pee Head would always find fault with my work. That man never gave me credit for my hard work. He just gave me critic. Always critic never credit.

He would criticise me about the filing being too slow. He would criticise me when I wasn’t typing clients into our IBM compiters fast enough. He would criticise me on how I handled phone calls with clients and Social Security Hearing Hearing Assistants. He would even yell at me when the coffee wasn’t made.

He would make me go to Gary Indiana by train, to copy clients files. To put it jokingly, nobody went to Gary unless they lived there, or if they wanted to die. Gary is and was very high crime rated. It was the sewer city of America to the point where I had to carry a can of pepper spary and a dagger. But did Mr. Pee Head care? Nope. He cared about my saftey less than he cared about a reem of copy paper.  I even used to have to escort clients to Gary, to the Social Security Office for their hearings.  Again, being in Gary was like being in the ninth plane of hell. But I put a stop to it, by telling Pee Head that I would quit if he ever sent me down there for any reason ever, ever again.  That scared him out of that.

Another thing about Pee Head was that he was always hiring women. He never bothered to hire men. Pee Head was so inferior, that he was afraid to handle competition. 

 And I was always his scape goat.  Anything and everything was all my fault. His bad hair days, his arguments with his wife, his kids not wanting to go to school, even misplacing his false teeth! Everything and everything he would take out on me! Poor little me. Sob.

And when I called told him to ‘kiss off” He fired me. Most people would say “oh no.” But I screamed “Yeah!”

It was such a relief!

I wound up working as a messenger. Now I’m in between jobs. It’s painful being unemployed. Sometimes I wished I could work for Mr. Pee Head.

The horror of it all.