Oh, what the hell. She's never going to read this.
I realized this week that I genuinely don't like my boss as a person. I've been vague about my work situation, but here it is. I'm still working as a temp in the WB Worldwide Anti-Piracy department. I was brought in as a second assistant for this woman (let's call her...Darcy. because that's her name. or Darky if you're me and can't pronounce things) because it sounds like her regular assistant was ready to take a shotgun to her head. Darcy is Monumentally Busy. People call for appointments and we have to book them two months in advance. Every minute of her day is booked, and she often has to go on trips to places like Singapore and Beijing and whatnot.
Darcy is busy. It's true. She is not too busy, however, to be courteous. I will do 99 things right and with great pain and labor, and the 100th thing that goes wrong, she'll throw her head back and roll her eyes and sigh heavily and curse under her breath. It's the "I'm surrounded by embiciles" sigh. She apparently complains about me to the other assistant, but never to my face. She complains about the other assistant to my face, but never to hers. The other assistant stays from 9 in the morning until whenever Darcy feels like leaving, which can be as late as 10.
Darcy has no concept that we have outside lives. I've worked there since the beginning of July and she still doesn't know that my mom died, or that I've been crushingly sick, that I'm married, or even that I'm in a band. I'm not even sure that she knows my last name.
I, however, know everything about her. I know that she is in the midst of a divorce with her partner. I know that she is having a clandestine affair with a woman in the office. I know her social, all her credit card info, her passwords, even her champagne preference (Veuve Cliquot). I know that I'm never to tell her Mom where she is when she calls.
What I mean to say by this is that there is a sacred trust involved here. My job is to assist someone through their life. That service should be treated with respect and appreciation. Without it, there is no motivation to care.
They keep saying that they're going to hire this other girl into my job if ever Darcy gets a chance to think about it long enough to get the headcount approval. I keep waiting and wondering, but I don't care enough to ask. I just go along and keep my head down, because I'm a temp and that's what I do.
This is just what it is, though, to be an assistant. I'm getting sick of it. I'm really not cut out for this and I'm not sure how much longer I can do this kind of crap work. There's got to be a point where you say no. I can't think of a better side career than this, though. I'm sure there's something more tolerable I could do, but I really don't know what it is just yet.
Oh, honey. This woman sounds like an old manager I had- Gigi. Or Giggles, as I liked to call her, though not to her face. She lived to verbally abuse and/or sexually harass most of her employees, male and female, who were so afraid to displease her that they did her bidding. Your boss is Evil, and no one will probably ever tell her so. I despise that you have to deal with this kind of shit. Can you request a different assignment? tifanie | 10.23.04 - 11:01 pm | #
get a different assignment, it isn't worth it. Crap is crap, you don't need it. amani | 10.24.04 - 4:07 am | #
I hvae to give you massive kudos here to do something I haven't had the guts to do in my blog. See, I want to vent fromtime to time and I don't because I fear the professional consequences. Thus, I keep things on a certain level. I used to be more forthcoming, but... I am happy to see you writing this particular truth. You have said nothing out of turn, you have simply stated your feelings in a remarkably non-confrontational way. Groovy.
As to the job, well, I agree, it's a good side job. Your next assignment will be better. Don | Homepage | 10.24.04 - 8:50 pm | #
my next assignment will be ROCK AND ROLL, baby! a | Homepage | 10.25.04 - 12:15 pm | #