You remember Murphy Brown, don't you?
I loved this show because I thought it was funny, smart and politically interactive with what was happening in government and news at the time it was on air. There was the on-going feud with Dan Quayle, who is about as intelligent as our current chief. (Thank goodness they did not run on the same ticket! Can you imagine?)
Well, “Murphy Brown” is now my new nickname and it cracks me up. How did it come about that I would have this pseudo moniker? Think of all of Murphy's secretaries… most of them suffering some sort of mental disability.. A few who actually were good but simply could not tolerate her. To some degree, I suffer from the Murphy Brown Syndrome.
As I have climbed the career ladder, I have been given an increasing number of employees to supervise. This is truly invaluable experience because I can imagine few other ways in which you are constantly tested by any number of people who either seek your ultimate demise or are completely ambivalent. In each position I have held, I have inherited a “personnel problem”. Of course, I am not the only one who has these issues, I simply have had them more consistently, or maybe not.
In any new situation, I understand that people will have a problem with me as their “boss” (I really hate that word), as their supervisor, so I am not expecting any red carpet treatment, and rarely do I receive it. Actually, I have never received it.
Currently, I have Evilina as my receptionist and she is hell-bent on making my life miserable. But I won't have it. What she and others don't know about me is that behind the friendly face and desire to make good, lurks a woman who has the capacity to rip your entrails out and serve them to you for lunch. Let's hope it does not come to that. However, Beulah the Bitch (my alternate ego for this particular situation) is on her way. Once she arrives and takes residence, there won't be much that can be done to deter her.
Hold on, I hear a knock at my office door.
Uh oh.. Gotta go. It's Beulah and she has her suitcase.
Sunday, July 17, 2005
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