”No, no, no, you have to put them on the shelf in an orderly fashion”, she said.
She was at least 55 and had worked in the office for many years. I was 23 and was new in that workplace, not new as a secretary. There had been a fusion of two companies, and the one I had been working for was taking over. I was going to be working for the same boss that I had worked for since I left the secretarial training college at 21. She and her husband, who had been previously been the CEO, were leaving.
I knew what I was doing, but she just would not get that. She was trying to dominate me and trying to show me how important she was. I let her go on.
”This is where the contracts go and…”
She went on and on. I had stopped listening a long time ago. As soon as she left, I did things my way. In an orderly fashion.
Inspired by The Daily Post: Orderly