Not sure how this happened, especially because I'm not her assistant, but somehow I was elected to go to my boss's house today and wait for a FedEx package from Ralph Lauren. This solution was determined after my boss scheduled the delivery to her home even though she knew she wouldn't be there to accept it (she's staying at the Trump hotel because her AC is out), and after I had already called FedEx twice to see if they could redirect the package or leave it without a signature (they couldn't). Oh and speaking of AC, I also had to stick around and wait for the AC repair man while I was there.
Um, seriously? This type of shit is definitely
not included in my job description.
I'm so thankful I made the decision this week to take my PT exam a full two months early. The sooner I get out of the Wicked Witch of the Midwest's clutches and get on with my life, the better.
Today's incident reminded me of my early days with the company, which was terrifying to relive.
Uh oh.
Does this mean that my whole work life is going to
flash before my eyes be shown in slow motion during my remaining time there?
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