Hospital from Hell

After the morning session, we are supposed to be picked up by our respective supervisor. My new supervisor didn’t show up. Instead, I was picked up by an assistant who told me that Callie was too busy to come get me, so she was sent instead. She led me to Callie’s office. Callie invited me in to talk, and talk she did. For a full two hours (from ten o’clock until noon), she did nothing but talk. Unfortunately, the things she said made me instantly regret leaving the comforts of the insurance company. Her name was Callie, and she told me she had a 20-year career doing analytics, but it was time for her to move on in her career. She hired me to do the analytics work that she had put behind her. She told me all about how her and her wife decided to move to a place that was more friendly toward her. Callie explained that it was hard for her to make friends or to relate to people, and that many people find her almost impossible to work with. But, she was confident that I could figure out a way to work with her. During her four-hour monologue, I had the chance to examine her features and idiosyncrasies. She was heavy, weighing in at about one hundred seventy pounds. She hid it well with a loose fitting shirt that was covered by an even looser fitting business jacket. However, she complimented the loose top with a very tight skirt. As she talked, she liked to adjust her skirt by standing up and hiking it high and then letting it fall back down. She would give a little smile and then sit down. I tried to get out of there, but Callie wanted to keep on talking. I could tell she needed someone to talk to, and being her subordinate, I didn’t have much of an option in the matter.