From the start, I was career-focused. While my college friends partied, I juggled classes, jobs, and internships. After graduation, I landed a solid marketing assistant job in Dallas. Everything was fine—until Linda became my new boss.
She was flashy, confident, and at first, surprisingly friendly. She praised my work and chatted like we were friends. But soon, her oversharing spiraled—from complaints about traffic to full rants about her messy divorce and custody battle.
Then the lines started blurring. She had me running errands, booking her kids’ appointments, even updating her presentations before dawn. I tried to set boundaries. Her response? “Happy boss, happy workers.”
One day, she crossed the final line: “Babysit my daughters tonight… or don’t come in Monday.”
What she didn’t know was I had just accepted a new job—with a better salary and a respectful boss.
So, I agreed to babysit.
That night, after she left, I texted her:
“Thanks for the clarity. I’m quitting Monday. And by the way, Mike’s on his way to pick up the girls.”
I left a note on her counter:
“You hired an assistant, not a nanny. You wanted loyalty, but you abused it.”
Mike arrived, thankful to see his daughters again. Linda? She blew up my phone. I blocked her.
Two weeks later, I walked into a new office with a manager who sees me as a professional, not a servant.
Lesson? If “happy boss” means your misery, it’s time to walk away.
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