Tell Indy I’ll Need My Hat Back 6 comments

Posted by grampa in why I love my job (Wednesday June 14, 2006 at 7:55 am)

Let me preface this by saying that I love my boss.  Not only is he my boss, he is also my uncle.  He brought me to Hawaii and took a chance on me when no sane person reasonably should have.  I was strung out when I got here, yet he let me live with his family and gave me a job even as I was going through withdrawal.

I will be repaying his kindness by helping others for the rest of my life.  Needless to say, if his children need anything, ever, all they have to do is call me.  If it came to that, I would slash my way through the rainforest of Borneo and roach a whole tribe of headhunters.

That being said, my boss is insane.  Hey, remember that thing about no sane person? Yeah, you get the good with the bad. 

The workings of a law office are often frenzied and intense, particularly a small one with only a few employees.  In essence, we are victims of our own success.  We have gotten so good at our jobs that our boss has developed unrealistic expectations about the amount of work five other people can get done.  This is never as evident as before the boss goes on vacation.  He tries to get two weeks worth of work done in three days before he leaves.  In the case of yesterday, the five hours before he goes.

Yesterday morning we had a staff meeting wherein we covered what needed to get done before he left (at 1:30 pm) for the airport.  We also covered what needed to get done while he was gone. By noon I was working feverishly to finish this project which “has to be done before I leave.”  It led to this exchange:

Boss: “What are you working on?”

Grampa: “The witness outlines you said needed to be done before you left.”

Boss: “Oh, that’s not important.  I’ve got something else for you to do.”

Grampa: “What do you need?”

Boss: “A Reuben sandwich, on whole grain, toasted not grilled, with lettuce and tomato….and a cookie.”
 

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6 comments for Tell Indy I’ll Need My Hat Back »

teehee. i like your boss.

Comment by wendykat — Thursday.June.15.2006 @ 2:40 am


Fuckin’ cookie.

Comment by HarleyWriter — Thursday.June.15.2006 @ 4:33 am


What a whiner

Comment by Nuch — Thursday.June.15.2006 @ 6:34 am


Toasted not grilled..? ROTFL LMAO

I want a cookie too.

Comment by theinsider — Thursday.June.15.2006 @ 7:42 am


That’s the spirit, Ma. That’s exactly the kind of love and support I’ve come to expect from this family. Keep it up.

But, next time, throw in a few curse words, would ya?

Comment by Grampa — Thursday.June.15.2006 @ 7:44 am


Ok, if you live in Hawaii, why would you ever want to go on vacation?

So spoiled.

Comment by teahouseblossom — Saturday.June.24.2006 @ 3:40 am


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