It didn't take me long before I found out who Maggi is from other staffs of the organization. Apparently, she feels like a 'Maraget Thatcher', but she is an 'Adolf Hitler'. She gives orders that must not be challenged by even her superiors. She is a terrible leader. No. She is not a leader. She is a boss in every sense of the word boss. Her 6 feet 4 inches does not help the situation in any way. Her words are like thunders.
She does not get along with anyone in the firm. She is a loner 'who has a knack for sacking her assistants in the first month', one of the staffs told me. The longest serving assistant she ever had spent 2 months before she threatened to beat the lady up. I wondered why she has not been sacked. My inquiries told me that she gets her work done perfectly and very good at clinching clients. So, as long as she is bringing money in, the boss does not care if she spits on every other person. Too bad.
How will I cope with this kind of person? The first week went well. I did all the assignments she gave me to the best of my ability. I love excellence. The only thing I noticed about her is that she would only comment if she found an error in my work. If the work is perfect, she would not say a word. That's not weird. We all think that way too. Why would everyone feel bad about this lady. She seems normal to me. Perhaps I have not seen 'her true color'. Despite all the things I have heard about her, I was determined to give her the benefit of the doubt. I remembered the definition of love that the Holy Spirit gave me in college. He said, 'love does not think evil about anyone and does not think that anyone is thinking evil about him'.
From her schedules, she doesn't have anything on her family, friends or even acquaintance. Maybe she keeps all that till after work. Second week on the job and she started showing some behaviors that looked like what I have heard. She asked for coffee. I served her. She looked into the cup, looked at me. Her face looked like that of a hungry predator that is being disturbed by an insect. The insect is not big enough to satisfy his hunger, yet, she has to do something about the irritating sounds of the insect. She picked up the cup and threw it angrily on the floor. I moved back as she thundered at me never to bring her coffee in a red cup. I hate red! Then why is a red cup on your shelf, I thought to myself.
That week, I worked extended time trying to get her proposals and presentations ready. She would reject my power points six to seven times over. She was just impossible to satisfy. She throws about a dozen curses at me in one hour. She is worse than what I heard from others. My benefit of the doubt ends this week. This woman does not deserve an iota of me. I deserve much more. I reported her to the HR, but they encouraged me to endure till the end of the month and let them know if I decide to stay or not. In the middle of the turmoil in my mind, I heard that still small voice: 'I want to tell you something about her'.
What does the Holy Spirit want to say about her? I will find out when I get home.
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