My boss is a born again, recovering speed addict, paranormal sensitive, borderline paranoid schizophrenic lesbian grandmother weightlifter amateur stand up comedian pothead lunatic. It's a garden variety cubicle farm office job, and it's sometimes frighteningly surreal. But it's not as bad as it sounds because she usually doesn't give me any problems, however I hear some of the delusional counterproductive shit she gives to my co-workers and I wonder how the hell our department even still exists. I could fill a thread with some of the things I've overheard her say in BS smalltalk that would get most normal people severely reprimanded or fired.
Of course, I shouldn't have been surprised, because she actually recruited me from my old job as night manager of a liquor store where she was a regular, and I jumped at the chance because THAT job involved listening to a certifiably batshit insane co-worker talk for 8 hours about how Stevie Nicks took the form of a cat and followed him around casting spells on him and forced him out of his apartment, and that black people were all from the future and were here to oppress the white man into devolving and that 15 year old girls were all trying to seduce him during his day job as an ice cream man.
I wish I was making this up because I'm really not this creative.
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