Tuesday, July 31, 2007

Ding Dong the witch is dead...

I know, I know, it's horrible to speak ill of the dead, but one of my old bosses with the city died over the weekend. That woman was evil incarnate, I swear. She worked for the city for over 50 years and I have to wonder how many people she drove either insane or out of work. I got the clue when I did my interview with her that she wasn't all that great. She asked a lot of personal questions, that she admitted she shouldn't ask, but she said her office was like "one big family", that's why she wanted to know. Then when she offered me the job I turned her down and said I didn't want it, I'd prefer to say where I was. (If you take a test for city employment - including the promotional tests, if you turn down 2 interviews you're taken off the list for consideration, which was the only reason I had gone to the interview in the first place.) She told me I'd start the following Monday. When I told her Monday was my birthday she said, "Then you'll start a week from Monday. Let the police budget pay for your birthday". Ah, yes, she was a charmer. I called her twice in the next week telling her I didn't want the job, and I'm not sure how she did it, but I ended up there the Monday after my birthday. She had the reputation of being someone of a B***** to work for, but really, I'd never had a problem getting along with anyone before. (And didn't again until I started working with the sloth woman). Everything was fine until she found out my husband and gotten laid off and I was the sole breadwinner. Things went from fine to absolute hell in a matter of days. She knew I couldn't quit because we needed my income. She swore at people, threw things at people, insulted people based on their ethnicity. Oh my heck, she was the most horrible person to work for. I tried to transfer back to the police department, but every time I had an interview and a date to go back to the police, they'd call and tell me they'd hired someone else. Finally, someone told me this woman had called and told them I wasn't going back. Period. I went to personnel, everything I could think of, but just couldn't get away from this lady. I tell you as soon as Steve got a job, I was out of there! That wasn't a decision I made lightly either, I had quite a long time in with the lost great benefits and a great pension plan, but I couldn't take her anymore. The last straw really was when we were in a staff meeting and she asked me when I was going back to the police department. Then she sat there and sneered at me knowing darn well I couldn't go anywhere without her okay. I told her I guess whenever they had an opening. She shook her cigarette at me and yelled, I mean yelled, "You're not going back to the police department, you're too f****ing stupid. They don't want you back!" (For a minute there I thought I had moved back home, sounded like my mother all over again.) I tell you, it was all I could do to not hurl myself across her desk and smack the crap out of her! I went to my union to file a grievance and they wouldn't let me. Told me that was just the way she was and I'd have to file a civil suit against her if I wanted to take any action. Who do you think was really running city hall? The Mayor? Haha! Plus she rode those poor city councilmen like they were cattle. After I left I used to have dreams that I'd see her crossing the street and I'd run over her with my car. I always felt so much better after I'd wake up. I notice in the paper they didn't print the cemetery where she's being interred, probably be too many people dancing on her grave.

Know what's really funny? I did go back to the police department! Ha ha! And some of the people I had interviewed with to come back told me they were sorry they couldn't get me back before, but she just wouldn't let me out of the office.

She must have been a miserable person to have to be so rotten to everyone. I kind of feel sorry for her, really, I do, but she was just evil. I figured she'd never die because she sure wasn't going to heaven and the devil didn't need the competition. Even though I haven't seen her in years, just learning she was gone felt as if a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. Seriously.

3 comments:

nee said...

Does that mean you're not adding her to Find a Grave? ROFL

Anonymous said...

You know anytime a person is that ugly on the outside they are usually carrying alot of ugliness on the inside. Being it mental, whatever it is.......it doesn't make it right by any means but that's what one of my counselors had told me. Sometimes there is so much on the inside you don't realize how much of monster you rally are or you do and you enjoy belittling people. I bet a lot of people took a deep sigh of relief!! Life I said, I could hear you laughing!!!! Love, Miss

Mindi said...

No, I'm not adding her to FAG! I told one of my former co-workers the other night that I hope the old bat is hanging upside down in a cave in hell, since that's where she belongs! I read the story in the paper yesterday about her funeral on Wednesday - I have no idea who there were talking about, but it sure as hell wasn't her! She probably left money to them in her will so somebody would have something nice to day. Ugh. I get the shudders just thinking about her. She was HORRIBLE!