If I’m being honest, the first day that I worked with Crazy C I felt like I was under water and didn’t know what way was up. If you know me, that’s a huge deal because any medium to large bodies of water pretty much terrify me. Papers were being thrown at me, phones were ringing, I had to text the doctors whose names I couldn’t even pronounce, I had to file, I had to fax, I had to … I needed to scream.
It was intense. Too much intensity for the 10 x 10 room in which we were crammed because we were loaning space from another office. Crazy C, the fax machine, the computers, the two desks, the two file cabinets: we were all within inches of each other.
I was only working part-time and I couldn’t handle it. I would sneak into the bathroom to text my mom. I even had her call me once to fake that she was stuck at work and couldn’t pick my sister up from school.
But it was a paycheck (albeit, very small) and I couldn’t find any other job, so I couldn’t quit.
During my second week of working there, she came into work limping and had a couple of bruises. She explained to me what happened. Here it is:
She was hanging a picture at the top of her stairs. There was a landing at the top of them and she needed a stepladder to hang the picture where she wanted it above the top stair. But the ladder didn’t fit completely on the landing. So one side of the ladder was at the very top and the other side was on the landing.
When she brought the hammer slightly back with one hand to put in the nail that she was using the other hand to hold, the ladder rocked. It was every so slight. But it rocked.
And then she rolled.
Priceless, I thought. Could anyone really be that simple? Apparently so. And she was my boss.