Let me introduce you to a really cool blog, called Six Sentences, where writers can submit short stories (saying it all in six sentences) for publication. My second ‘six’ was published on Friday, August 28th.
This is fiction, but captures the essence of someone I once worked with. In other words … names and details have been changed to protect the guilty.
Paris to Amsterdam
It was just the two of us and a bottle of red wine in a first class cabin on a train from Paris to Amsterdam. The wine was Charlotte’s idea after standing in six queues to correct her ticket to Amsterdam. Settling into the cabin with our feet on opposing benches, no one dared to join us as Charlotte poured the wine into the plastic cups she had secured from the porter. She made sure the cups stayed full as she talked about the men she dated, and complained about virtually everyone we had worked with that day. But mostly she talked about herself – how she was treated badly by her manager, how she had almost been fired but given a second chance, how hard it is to be her, how all of her male peers felt threatened by her because she was smarter than them -- smarter than most people really -- and as the train was pulling into the station she declared, “In my next life I really want to be less… complicated.” The confessions wouldn’t have been so odd, if it weren’t that Charlotte was my boss.
Honestly, I swear it’s fiction. See the original post on the Six Sentences blog here.
Share your fictionalized bad boss story with a comment.
p.s. In case anyone is wondering – no – it’s not Friday yet.