Most of my stress at this job stemmed from my immediate boss, who was not only anti-Catholic, but a lefty gay activist with a penchant for foot stomping, desk pounding hissy fits. Privately, we called him “Rumpelstiltskin.” Every day for some nine months, I had to try to squeeze reports of the Church’s official doings and doctrines through this hostile filter. It was the catechetical equivalent of passing a kidney stone. Never before or since have I found myself shouting at the top of my lungs, for instance, at my employer, “Go find someone else to do this f——ing job!” takimag/article/nicotine_and_me/print#axzz2dzHwWbef
Posted on: Thu, 05 Sep 2013 04:08:06 +0000
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