Oooh, wage slave nostalgia !
First boss - job as a cashier at a bingo hall. Hated the supervisor, who was technically my boss, because she was a gossipy miserable bag who decided to make me a scapegoat for her ineptitude - basically because she didn't like a younger more capable woman coming into the job (I was eighteen, and after abit of training, really took to the role.) After a year or so of her bullying, I caught food poisoning from uncooked pork from the place's kitchen. I was pretty ill - salmonella it was, so I found out from the doctor later on, not just the occasional vomit.
Bitch wouldn't let me go home although I was dead on my feet, so I threw up behind the cashier desk, called myself a cab and told her to stick the fucking job.
Two weeks later when I went to collect my final wages, the manager draws me into his office and begs me to stay, as unbeknown to me I was the only cashier not making huge shortages on the takings every night. Told him to stick it too. He never once acknowledged any of my requests for advice or assistance about her bullying so, fuck him very much.
Luckily I had been dj'ing for some years by that time so I didn't exactly need the job for the money.
Second boss - some bint at a chocolate factory where I wrapped easter eggs all day (dj'ing all night. Very rock n roll, lol). She was alright, but the amount of makeup she wore would scare Barbara Cartland. Because we all had to wear white overalls, hairnets and hats for hygiene reasons, this woman painted the only area of her body visible to the world as some sort of badge of individuality I imagine. When she changed into her street clothes at then end of our knackering shifts however, she unfortunately looked like a hooker fallen on bad times.
Third boss - working at a bowling alley as a ten pin teacher by day, dj'ing still by night. He was hardly ever seen, and when he was seen, would open the bar up to the employees after hours and sell us cheap booze. Then drive us to the nearest motorway service station for a fry up breakfast at four a.m. Nice bloke.
Fourth boss - another bingo hall. Boss being my immediate head of department. Shagged him. He thought he was god's gift to woman cos he had a big one. Not as big as the guy I'd just packed in however. lol.
Then I became virtually blind one afternoon. I was already blind in one eye, I then lost most of my sight in the other in a couple of seconds whilst drying my hair one day. Sounds weird but it's true. Boss dumped me forthwith, that very same day, as the tail end to my tearful "I have gone blind, the hospital say I need time off to see if the sight will come back" conversation to him in the office at work. "I suppose I'll have to get someone else in for tonight then," he grumbled, "And by the way, you're dumped."
Nice guy, not. Business and shagging - no mixie.

Voluntary work after that as the sight didn't return and few people want to retrain a blind bint - last boss was a guy called Morrison Cherrie - boss of a volunteer centre somewhere in Kent. Champion bloke - supported me in every way he could, trusted me to do my job, cracking principles and a brilliant sense of humour - and wasn't averse to a bottle of wine last thing on a friday afternoon.
Current boss - myself. Apart from Morrison, I'm the best boss I ever had. ;)
(womanwhocanonlylivewithdogs, Tue 23 Jun 2009, 13:10, 2 replies)

Did your sight ever come back?
Or are you reading this on a braile monitor? How would that work? To wikipedia!
(anotherlogan and the whit he shites, Tue 23 Jun 2009, 19:59, closed)

I was just wondering that
I guess touch-typing a response with Narrator reading out the questions?

Actually, in the first few minutes of an XP installation there's a driver for a braille display installed, so it could be one of those.


*googles* Hey, those look seem like pretty cool bits of tech! Can you get a braille-display mobile phone? It'd be really useful sometimes to be able to read texts without getting your phone out.
( uberdeity Wondered why Owen Lars knew of the term "hell" on, Wed 24 Jun 2009, 1:18, closed)