Week 272 of dealing with my boss.

Patience. Patience is key, especially when working for such a childish man.

My hand lingered on the brass doorknob that led to his office for a moment taking a deep breath and preparing myself before pulling the heavy door open and entering the office, my bright red heels clicking on pale tile one second then muted by plush carpet the next.

"Mrs. Ross," He said, not glancing up from the stack of papers on his desk that he thumbed through with false interest, "Take a seat."

His free hand gestured at the swivel chair across from him. I ignored the demand and remained standing.

"What can I do for you, Mr. Worthy?" I asked, dreading his reply.

He looked up from his desk, his piercing green eyes tinged with annoyance, "Actually, Mrs. Ross, I received a phone call this morning." He paused, obviously waiting for a response. I stayed silent, matching his stare with my patient brown eyes.

He sighed, "Apparently, I had a meeting scheduled yesterday morning for two o'clock. A meeting I was not informed of. Now our client is furious with me."

My internal self, always doing the things I would like to do, rolled her eyes.

"Mr. Worthy, I put that meeting on your calendar as soon as I got the memo." I told him.

"Well, it wasn't there when I looked." He replied snootily.

Internal me began to bang her already-damaged head against an imaginary wall.

"Mr. Worthy-" I began, but he cut me off, "No, Mrs. Ross, I expected better of you. I know you are busy this time of year, but you really must learn to do the little things as well as the big. Things such as putting my meetings on the calendar."

I opened my mouth to tell him again that I had, but he simply raised his hand for me to be quiet and continued to blather on in that condescending tone of his. I tried to ignore the ire rising up in my by focusing on the speck on his hipster glasses rather than his words. However, one thing I couldn't ignore.

"Now I know that you're one of our senior employees..."

I raised an eyebrow incredulously, "Senior employee? I am thirty one years old!"

I threw my arms up in exasperation, "You know what, I'm done. I quit."

That really grabbed his attention, "What?"

"You heard me. I quit!" I shoved the neatly stacked papers off his desk and stormed out of his office, only turning around to show him two fingers. his eyes went hilariously wide and his cheeks paled considerably.

I fast-walked over to my desk and gathered my things, swearing that I would never return to this horrid place. Five years. Five years! And he still ignored every word I said. It was time to start over.