‘I’m just fed up.’ I hammered the keys on the keyboard, trying to release the pent up anger inside me. Once the last sentence was complete, I gave it a quick proofread before taking it to Mia’s office. Mia looked up from her laptop. ‘I hope it’s going to be perfect this time.’ She took the papers from me and scrunched up her eyes as she read, her concentration etching a small line between her eyebrows. She sighed and tutted. ‘This is not good enough - again. You know, Terri, if this is the best you’re capable of then I am seriously going to have to look for a new PA.’ I felt like telling her to do just that but I needed the money and right now, my job was all I had going for me, even though it was utterly boring and full of stress.
‘I’m sorry, Mia. You know I’ve had personal problems.’
‘You can’t bring personal problems into the workplace. I’ve told you that before. It’s completely unprofessional. For your information, I happen to have personal problems of my own – not that you’d know unless I told you. I keep my problems to myself and I refuse to let it affect my work.’
I found it so hard to remain calm. ‘I’m trying my best. Just let me know how I can improve the report and I’ll do it.’
She rolled her eyes. ‘That’s what you said last time. I’ve added the amendments. Maybe you should get Doreen to check it before you bring it to me. I need it done before close of play today so I suggest you get back to it.’ She threw the papers towards me and turned her eyes towards her laptop. ‘And close the door behind you.’
I went back to my desk and was pleased to find a nice hot mug of tea and a scone, which Doreen had bought from the cake trolley. Doreen was great. She was like a second mum. ‘Thanks, Dor. This is just what I need.’ I bit into the scone and savoured its sweet, sickly taste. It masked the bitterness I was feeling.
‘Did she give you a hard time?’ Doreen asked, nodding at my report.