Medusa the Horrible  

SunneyOne 45F
2146 posts
2/13/2006 11:15 am

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Medusa the Horrible

Do you ever look at someone and see things in your mind that just aren’t there? Really amusing things? Do you have a boss who you can’t stand and when you look at them, you see a fire-breathing dragon or something?

Well, my office manager, affectionately referred to as Ms. Crabapple, grates my nerves. It’s really no secret that she doesn’t like me, and in fact, it is rumored that she did a jig upon hearing that I am leaving. However, my main boss, Attorney Genius, has laid down the law about me working out my notice and not being let go early (bless his lil heart). So, Ms. Crabapple is regretfully stuck with me for a week and 4 days. She is attempting to get through this time by kissing my ass, for some reason. Whatever.

I have officially developed a case of short-timer’s disease. I’m rather open with things I have to say to co-workers as I will be moving away soon. Usually these are explicit instructions on a file or something work related. It also included telling a new secretary that I think she’s lovely, telling another co-worker that if he’d stop being so gruff more people would like him, and another that she really shouldn’t take things so personally. I’ve been open. So to actually hold anything back in this newfound freedom of mind to mouth is difficult.

This afternoon, Ms. Crabapple approached me in the hallway. She doesn’t so much walk as she sort of waddles. She isn’t chunky, much, but she has bowed knees and sort of looks like some monster from Japanese animation coming at you. She tucks her chin and peers over her Wal-Mart reading glasses, arms to her sides like a sumo wrestler. I may have mentioned before that her hair is short, and rather thin, and she mousses it out straight from her head so that it looks like Medusa.

Today, she’s coming at me down the hall, and I swear that her hair turned to writhing snakes, her eyes to fire and her skin to Godzilla like scales. I shook my head and tried to clear my vision, but even then, I felt myself turning to stone. I had a vision of myself running away screaming, from Ms. Crabapple as Medusa. The fact that this vision was so detailed left me in stitches.

So what everyone else saw was Ms. Crabapple walking towards me, and me laughing hysterically for no apparent reason. She opened her pointy teeth mouth and breathed sulfuric fumes, and in a throaty voice said, “My, don’t you look nice today, Jodi.”

I couldn’t explain why I was unable to stop laughing. Wonder if that will be in my exit interview.

CantonOhCouple 61M/61F
553 posts
2/13/2006 6:22 pm


What a great story. Let's hope Ms. Crabapple isn't a regular reader of your blog. (grins).

You gave us a chuckle today. Thank you.

Hugs from us

rm_anacortes 75M
2850 posts
2/13/2006 7:31 pm

Do you feel you NEED a good reference from them?

SunneyOne 45F

2/14/2006 3:54 am

Canton - Thankfully, no, she isn't, or I would have been out of a job a long time ago.

anacortes - I don't need a reference from her whatsoever. My boss / attorney has already given me a stellar one. I already have a job waiting, so I'm fine.

watchmesquirm 47F  
99 posts
2/14/2006 5:48 am

How liberating to say what you want to! I went on a date recently where I felt compelled to give the poor guy some advice to help him date more successfully in the future... and it was a version of short timers disease. I had been dating another successfully (though not exclusively) and I felt that I had the luxury of just being honest with him. He never called me back, but hopefully he has a better concept of social tact!


Efilnikufecin69 48M

2/15/2006 4:53 am

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