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Surviving the boss from hell

A meeting invite appeared on my screen, accompanied by Outlook's distinctive doink - another emergency department meeting. As the pop-up slowly faded, I noted with a sinking feeling the words conflicts with another appointment in your calendar. That would be my long-delayed interview with Irving, the EVP of Finance Europe. I wasn't surprised that my boss - the Commodore, as we called him - had, at the last second, decided he needed my presence. He had a sixth sense for when one of his underlings was attempting to further his career. I didn't deserve to be treated like this. I'd quit. If it weren't for the new baby. Now I was 40 in a rotten economy. Quitting wasn't an option..Printed journal

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