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RANT
Do I Have To Go To My Boss’s Funeral When He Dies?
The odds are 50/50 he’ll die before I quit.
I had a mini nervous breakdown last week from the stress of caring for my 94-year-old mom combined with my boss jumping me the second I walked through the door about the scanner not working.
Now, I had shown him how to use the new scanner in its current state, since it isn’t hooked up to wi-fi yet. But as usual, he didn’t absorb anything I told him because he simply didn’t want to listen.
I also ran to the county fair briefly last week, solely for sustenance, and when I came back 30 minutes later the copier was jammed and its little engine was revving nonstop. I’m surprised the office wasn’t on fire.
If I dare to take an entire day off, the place usually looks like marmosets held a frat party while I was gone.
I said, “Did you try to unjam the copier?”
“I don’t know how.”
“There’s detailed instructions on the screen.”
“I read them but I didn’t understand.”
“It says ‘Open rear door and remove jammed paper.’”
“There’s a rear door?”
