Blowing Mr Johnson
I'd been working at Mr. Johnson's office for about three months while I was going to school for my MBA. I figured having an office job and observing my superiors would be good for me. I never knew that my relationship with Mr. Johnson would become what it did. It was a chaotic day in the office that Monay morning. I was running around, photocopying and faxing things and making phone calls. Mr. Johnson asked me to call his wife and tell her he'd be home late. I felt bad for the man; he worked...