| | Hmmm. So, the boss dropped in yesterday to show off the reason I've been doing her job since May (this one's named 'Cara', apparently), and, to my shock, her sense of humour seems to have improved. She could take a joke, and even dished out a couple.
She basically strolled into her old my office like she owns the damn place (which she doesn't, dammit, it's mine till she returns from maternity leave), and handed me a mini-human.
Boss: Hiya Gary. Here, have a baby.
Me: (holding her at arms length and inspecting her) Oooh. Veal!
Boss: (laughing) No, you can't eat her.
Me: Oh come on. I'll give you 20 euro a kilogram.
Boss: No deal.
Me: Aw. But that meat looks so very tender! What have you been feeding it?
Boss: Breast milk.
Me: (handing the baby back) And we're done here.
She asked how things were going in the office, if I'd tried to fire anyone, what books have gone out, what have come in, etc, etc. Then she dropped the bombshell - she's not returning till after Christmas. Dammit. That's another two months away.
I guess there's something about which side of the desk you're sitting on, which determines the abuser/abusee relationship, 'cos I got a lot more abuse off her than I dished out, which just isn't normal. For example:
Boss: So, how are things with you anyway? Non-work-related?
Me: Meh. Same as always. Still wake up pissed off that I hadn't died in my sleep.
Boss: No girlfriend at the moment?
Me: (As a JOKE, people, as a joke) Are you serious? You really think a girlfriend would let me leave the house with hair like this?
Boss: (ponders for a moment) No, you're absolutely right, good point.
Ouch :(
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