Lorna the Lemur...a.k.a Middle Management From Hell

Toward the end of the 80s, I got the job that was actually one of the better ones I've had - EVER. It was one of the first chain office supply megastores to come to L.A (not the OfficeMax on Venice Blvd. but very close).  Though I was originally hired as a cashier, someone decided to put me in the cash office.  That's when I came to the conclusion that if I had to have a straight career, it would be in accounting or finance.  I mostly loved working by myself and being in control of most things around me.

Now, there were a few a-holes and sometimes my age (20) showed in dealing with them but overall, I had a blast.  Naugles was across the street, Fox Hills Mall was about five minutes away and being that I hadn't started any business support classes, my pay wasn't too bad.

The only rough spot in my day was that damn Lorna.  Weighing in at about 80 lbs and barely five feet tall, Lorna's whole presence could ruin a day with her little scrunchy face and witch-cackle voice.  While her unpopularity was not exactly news, one of the big guys (upper management) let me have it when I called her the B-word under my breath (which was becoming a habit with anyone who gave me a hard time).  Compared to my first boss and my last at LACOE, Lorna was a walk in the park but this was still my stupid stage in life,  most likely due to a slight prejudice I have against mean people with busted up faces.


     = BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

 

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