Friday, February 12, 2016
I’m at work. Methodical Marketing Mike and Unfeasibly Young Zak have gone on their usual lunchtime burrito quest leaving me alone with my boss.
It was once a bustling small office with ten people. It’s not now.
In the awkward silence my boss mutely and invisibly resides opposite my desk behind the unfeasibly large screen of his Mac wearing earphones and watching youtube –as he does all day in the rare hours he deigns to come into the office.
I have a tiresome business telephone conversation.
Me: [Clanking-down the phone after the other party had hung-up] Prick.
Boss: [Not as involved in youtube as usual] Had that client actually hung-up?
He fixes me with his best steely gaze. Or he does with one eye. The other one gazes at the door of the server room. It sort-of ruins the overall effect.
I look at the eye directed at me.
Me: Of course.
Boss: Let me tell you a story. Some years ago – I was running a recruitment firm in
– I had an executive who thought he’d hung-up on a client and called her a
bitch. She heard. I had to fire him. She was a good client so I had to go over
there and eat her out.
I say nothing but stare into what I believe to be his good eye.
He shrugs and makes a ‘harumph’ noise and grins.
Boss: That’s not true of course.
I continue staring.
Boss: I actually had to go the whole way and fuck her didn’t I. Bloody good client.
I say nothing. He says nothing more but gives me the double-gun air-fingers and disappears back behind his monitor.
“I’ve got to find a new job.” I think to myself.