Not Like Us

MARISSA

What I was expecting from Layton Bridges, I didn’t know. He seemed nice enough in the interview, but I was so focused on getting a new job and then relieved when he said I had it that I hadn’t given too much thought to the kind of person he was.

When I started working there, I noticed that he seemed like the type who worked hard but was well-liked enough and respected by his staff. I hadn’t given it much more thought until earlier, when he so rudely dismissed me from his office.

Boy, what a dick. Bosses didn’t have to be nice. I knew that and I was fine with it. But when his dickish behavior started having an effect on my job though, I was not fine with it at all.

As his accounting manager, I took my job seriously. I was new there and didn’t quite know the ropes yet, but I was damn proud of what I’d accomplished, despite my relative inexperience in his field.

I hadn’t wanted to sit down with him to go over the numbers to get an acknowledgment or a pat on the head, I wanted to