I hate my boss. Seriously. Love my job, hate my boss. Example: today I got a call from the daughter of a person I was supposed to go talk to, and found out her mother was dying and didn’t want her bothered. Instead of taking her off the list, my boss wants to wait and see “what happens.” He is so worried about HIS numbers, that he won’t take DYING into account.
As a young married man with three children my wife's life hung in the balance between life and death while she laid in bed in a small hospital 40 miles from home. My mother was taking care of the kids, and I asked my boss at a Cadillac dealership for leave so I could be with my wife. To my amazement he fired me. I will never forget that. My wife did recover, but doctor said we were lucky, for a lady a week before died from the same affliction.
Prick, bastard dickhead. Just for an opening salvo. Could you, on the sly, contact any higher ups?