My horrible boss made me go to jail for 8 years

After the bliss there comes the blues. Weekend was gone and one herculean task was just ahead. I am talking about tuning back my mind to work. That was hectic. I could not imagine facing that short and horrible boss for another week. Yes, he was cruel even more than the word itself. I felt like bursting when I saw seven full days of waking up before dawn, in the name of going for work. This was not because I used to be such a lay about, but I had very many grave issues with the organization I was working for. Let me take you back to what I was actually talking about; the terrible man I used to call boss.

Severally, we had brushed shoulders on different occasions starting from my first day at work. On that day, soon after the interview, he walked straight to me and said how he disliked my dressing code. What did that ever mean? A pair if three piece suit not recommended in the organization! It was coal black. Was he in need of seeing my knees below a pair of khaki shorts and open shoes so he could put on perpetual smiles in his face? I remained transfixed and mixed up not sure of what to say though I was sure, just like the sun rises in the east and sets in the west, employees' dressing mode was to be nothing less than official. No one told me that, but the organization’s rules and regulations clearly stated that. No doubt. After all, I was new and I never wished to spoil anything that early. But that stuck in the back of my mind.