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I picked up a nasty voicemail from mad boss this afternoon. She was questioning a number of decisions I had made. I have some responsibilities, and she made it clear that I didn't need her consent, to make those decisions when I joined the organisation. She claimed that I had not filled in several monthly reports with specific information. This is rubbish, and before I responded to her, I checked my copies on my computer, and realised that I had sent them to her. I found that I had manual copies too, and dates when I had sent them in.

Remember what goes around comes around. I left her a voicemail stating that I didn't know what she was talking about, as I had sent her the reports with the information that she needed months ago. I also sent her an email, saying that I would speak to her tomorrow.

I work off site, and fortunately only have to see her once a quarter for a three hour meeting. I then decided to call her at home, to discuss this with her. I told her that she had the information in the office, and knew I sent it to her, and was willing to send the documents via email.

Do you think the cow had the decency to apologise?

I asked her whether she wanted me to check out issues with her before I made decisions, and she claimed that was not necessary, but she had concerns about some staff. I asked her what the rules were , and she claimed that she didn't want to make any hard and fast rules. She would leave it to me.

Do you get the picture?

On this occasion, I didn't lose my cool with her, as the sun was shining today, and the weather was great, and I am feeling pretty mellow.

I console myself with the knowledge that all of my colleagues think she is unprofessional, and bonkers.

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