Must Control Fist of Death...

I came quite close to quitting my job (again) a few days ago. I won't get into details, but I was essentially admonished for speaking the truth about the dysfunctionality of my company to a few individuals outside the company. I was tired of being blamed for certain shortcomings, so I explained to the blamers what was really going on, after which I was promptly torn a new asshole by my boss.

Although this new-asshole-tearing was unpleasant, it would have been bearable if not for one thing. For some reason, my boss's psycho-hosebeast assistant (PHA, who may very well be the most despicable human being with whom I have ever had the displeasure of working) felt that this little pow-wow of yelling-at-Killy was incomplete without her mentioning to my boss that "Killy really shouldn't be complaining about not having enough time to properly execute her duties... she has time to work on crossword puzzles." (Side note: I did mention that I had too many duties to complete in the amount of time allotted for them, a fact which is indisputably true. At any other company, my job would be divided among 2 or 3 different people.) Apparently, PHA had been in my office earlier that day and had seen a partially completed crossword puzzle on my desk. I explained to my boss that I had been working on the crossword while I waiting to get things back from proofreading (the department in which most of the work in the company is inevitably delayed for weeks on end), but the damage was done.

PHA is officially on my Shit List. She had been an honorable mention, nearly making the list in the past, but this most recent incident is the last straw.