FW: Green Grass story:happy even in my semi-cubicle

["Moore, Tracey" <TMoore -at- PARKERVISION -dot- COM>]

I too have a green grass story:

I had a lovely office with a window and nice furniture at my last job. I
loved my coworkers who were brilliant programmers and analysts. We had
our own server and great paychecks and top-of-the-line equipment. We
also had a clinically paranoid tyrant for a boss.

To illustrate, we would hear the intercom turn off on our phones, and we
knew he had been listening in. He wanted the system administrator to
install software that would make sure we weren't surfing sex sites at
work. (Fortunately, he was technically inept, and the admin told him it
wouldn't work on our system.) He assigned his office manager the task of
reading all of our emails. He had the receptionist open all mail and
make copies for him. It did not matter if it were junk mail or a
birthday card, it got copied and he read it!

He started suing his clients because he was convinced they were out to
get him. He eventually became convinced that we were out to get him too.


He also was a "good ole boy". Once he told a male programmer that a
female could never rise to the level that a male could in his business
because he can't confront females without making them cry. Once in a
meeting, he looked at me and said sarcastically, "Are you gonna cry?" (I
was not even near crying.) He would constantly remind me, "Don't forget
who signs your paycheck!"

He also was a staunch Christian (get that!), a member of the Gideons,
and passed out bibles by the hundreds. In our waiting room there were no
tech magazines, only Christian literature and gun mags (he's an avid
hunter too).

Did you guess it? That's right, I live in the South.

So the green grass? I left that company two months ago and now work in a
company with sane, rational people. I don't have a window, and I
sometimes miss it, but wouldn't go back there for a million dollars.

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