You drink the kool-aid first, I'm not touching that shit.
We have unknowingly entered into a cult. There must have been some small print on the contract that I missed, but now our boss is making it overly clear that she wants us to all be assistants for the rest of our lives and here of all places. Gross.
Of course this makes sense. Get a whole bunch of young, intelligent (well, most of us) women together and break their spirits until they have nothing left but their awful job. Oh, and make sure you treat them all like shit. Women love this...?
This all came about yesterday when I was having a conversation with another assistant...Actually, let me rewind really quick...
I was pissed because my boss (the cult leader) was making a big stink about me going back to school. And dur, I'm not going back to assistant school. And yes, it is very obvious that the reason I'm going back to school is so I can get the hell out of here! I'm sure the boss is very offended (feelings hurt, waahhh!) and that's why they were giving me crap. Annoying, right? However, yesterday I found out it gets much worse. Why don't you just chain our leg to our cube. Hell, just cut off our feet so we can't run away.
It just so happens that our wonderful boss tells another assistant to not get a certain license and or certificate to advance in our field because she's not going to make anything doing it and basically that this assistant is stupid for trying to move up in the company. ENCOURAGEMENT!
"It was easy to get in, but impossible to rise up..."
That's what she said.
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