She wasn't all that bright
My first job out of university involved working for the sort of company which recruits gullible recent graduates and works them until their eyes bleed as they're too young and inexperienced to realise that the world of work doesn't necessarily have to be like that. The average employee at this company stayed for a little over 3 months. As I was the unusual combination of a) very gullible and b) very good at the job, I was there for a year and a half.
After a while of working there, I discovered that a) my boss was a born-again Christian of the evil sort, and b) she had decided that I was a satanist and needed saving. She came to this entirely logical conclusion after I got the DJ to play some 'devil worship music' (Sisters of Mercy) at the work Christmas do.
It was shortly after this that I decided to leave and go to bum around Mexico, but I needed more money and had to stay for a few more months.
To wile away the hours, I got a 100-page notepad from the stationery cupboard and whenever I had a spare few minutes I spent the time writing "All work and no play makes davywavy a dull boy all work and no play makes davywavy a dull boy" over and over again. Eventually, I filled the entire notepad - 100 pages, both sides of every page, in small, neat handwriting.
On my last day at my exit interview I told my boss that all my client notes were written up in the notepad on my desk and if she had any questions she should give me a ring. Then I walked out.
I never heard from her, but I would have given good money to see the look on her face as she read through my 'notes'.
(davywavy, Tue 18 Dec 2007, 12:03, Reply)