The summer after I graduated from college, I got a job as a paralegal, and it was at that law firm that I met Rachel. She was my boss, and if I was lowest on the totem pole, she was somewhere in the middle…along with doing her own job, it was her responsibility to make sure the paralegals were doing theirs.
I won’t lie; I absolutely hated her. In my entire life I’ve never known a more uptight, bitchy woman. Rachel was in her late twenties, maybe early thirties, a brunette in black stockings and gray dresses, with her hair bobbed short, and she never seemed to smile. On her desk, her papers and pens were always lined up perfectly flush with the edges. And no matter what I did, it was never good enough.
I should say, by the way, that I really needed this job; I was lucky to have it and could barely afford to live in the city as it was. So I was doing my absolute best.