Oh dear, it appears that my major dramatic question here might be whether or not the protagonist gets a joke! Well, at least I have some reasonably good sub-plots. 

Also, I found a copy of "Alice’s Adventures Underground." Apparently that was Carrols original draft of "Alice In Wonderland." 

I’m excited about reading this!  

 
 
The Cobra Snake

You gave everyone on the team goofy nick names. They were all equally goofy so no one was being singled out. For example you referred to your manager as “Tubby Scrubs.”

You chose Cobra Snake for me. This is because my last name is Kobre and you made the observation that I puff up when I’m angry. 

Indecently, this happened nearly ten years ago.

I am more puffed up than I have ever been in my life. But, I’m getting ahead of myself.

Oops!

In less than a month the inevitable happened. You called me and explained that I “definitely  had a job no matter what.”

I found this peculiar as I had not expected my employment to be terminated. Then you asked me if I wanted to get a margarita. You used the word date. I explained that while I did find you “attractive” I could “not date you because you” were “my boss.”

I told you that I would set you up with my friend. I specified that I would come on the date. As we were getting dressed she said “Engel, what I don’t understand is why I’m going on your date.”

It ended up being my date.

We agreed in advance that it was casual and for the summer only. You asked me if I would, “fall in love with you?”

I laughed and said no. I asked you if you would fire me if we had a fight. You laughed and said no. Throughout the summer it was routine for you to make sure that I was not falling in love with you. I would always explain that I found, “nothing more mortifying than the notion of bearing your children.”

You would laugh.

Indecently, I quite apologize for publishing this. I am publishing it because of the vigilante stunt that you pulled six years later. I think highly of your intellect. That was stupid. But I’m getting ahead of myself again.

 

 
 
Problem with the New Job

You did not hire me. You’re manager did. To say that the interview was easy is an understatement. He overheard me asking an affiliate a few intelligent questions. Then he introduced himself and said, “Do you want the job?”

When I agreed he said, “The owner of the company can be a little scary but most of his employees like him once they get to know him.”

I was working out of the satellite office. One day I walked into the main office and you were there. I did not find you scary. You followed me across the office and stood about three inches away from me when you said, “Do you work for me now?”

I replied “yes” and walked away brusquely. 

Once safely out of earshot, I pulled out my phone and called a female friend of mine. I explained that I had found a, “problem with the new job.”

I quantified the problem as, “I am attracted to the boss and I think that he is attracted to me too.”  

She gave me a cliché piece of advice. I agreed with her and resolved to avoid you.  

Your Bad Personality 

In your own words you have a “bad personality.”

You have an interesting way of communicating about this. You manage to somehow divorce yourself from it. It is as if there is poor innocent you and a bad personality has simply attached it’s self to you. Try as you might, you cannot rid yourself of it.  

You have an excellent personality. What you have is a bad temper.

But, there is something else that you do routinely. It’s explain that your “bad personality” is “your problem” not “anyone else’s.” 

You apologize for it in advance. You explain that you don’t actually mean the things that you say when the bad personality has taken control of your voice box. You encourage people to ignore you. You add that if any feelings are actually hurt then you are always willing to listen and apologize after you have calmed down. You keep your word and the apologies are sincere.

At least this is what you did when you were practicing management and happy. It’s how you retained a staff despite your challenge.

Obama and former President Clinton are both quite amicable. At least, that is their public persona. They both chose Rom Emanuel as Chief of Staff. According to NPR he is known for being able to “use the F word as a comma.”

“No One Manage Alex”

I could not avoid you entirely because, let’s face it, you owned the place. Shortly after our initial brief encounter you decided to explain to me how the office ran. You did this with everyone and routinely did it yourself rather than delegating it.

I don’t like being told what to do. This is true of most people but it is likely a touch pronounced for me. It bothers me. I had been warned of your temper but had not seen it.

I wasn’t afraid of it at all, merely curious about it.

I waited for an opportune moment to make an extremely snide and sarcastic comment. When I did the office fell silent. You and I locked gazes.

We remained that way for an indefinite period of time. Seconds? A full minute? More?

I don’t know. But I didn’t look away. Finally, you laughed.

The office looked confused. I felt that I had won. And still do actually.

Then you made a rule that “no one manage Alex.”

And, that I report directly to you.  

 
 


Problem With the New Job
You did not hire me. Your manager did. To say that the interview was easy is an understatement. He overheard me asking an affiliate a few intelligent questions. Then he introduced himself and said, “Do you want the job?”

When I agreed he said, “The owner of the company can be a little scary but most of his employees like him once they get to know him.”

I was working out of the satellite office. One day I walked into the main office and you were there. I did not find you scary. You followed me across the office and stood about three inches away from me when you said, “Do you work for me now?”
I quantified the problem as, “I am attracted to the boss and I think that he is attracted to me too.”  

She gave me a cliché piece of advice. I agreed with her and resolved to avoid you.

Your Bad Personality 

In your own words you have a, “bad personality.”

You have an interesting way of communicating about this. You manage to somehow divorce yourself from it. It is as if there is poor innocent you and a bad personality has simply attached it’s self to you. Try as you might, you cannot rid yourself of it...

I replied “yes” and walked away brusquely. 

Once safely out of earshot, I pulled out my phone and called a female friend of mine. I explained that I had found a, “problem with the new job.”

I quantified the problem as, “I am attracted to the boss and I think that he is attracted to me too.”  

She gave me a cliché piece of advice. I agreed with her and resolved to avoid you.

No One Manage Alex
I could not avoid you entirely because, let’s face it, you owned the place. Shortly after our initial brief encounter you decided to explain to me how the office ran. You did this with everyone and routinely did it yourself rather than delegating it.

I don’t like being told what to do. This is true of most people but it is likely a touch pronounced for me. It bothers me. I had been warned of your temper but had not seen it.

I wasn’t afraid of it at all, merely curious about it.

I waited for an opportune moment to make an extremely snide and sarcastic comment. When I did the office fell silent. You and I locked gazes.

We remained that way for an indefinite period of time. Seconds? A full minute? More?

I don’t know. But I didn’t look away. Finally, you laughed.

The office looked confused. I felt that I had won. And still do actually.

Then you made a rule that “no one manage Alex.”

And, that I report directly to you.  
 
 
Okay, I changed you're to your in the excerpt. Those of you who know me know that it's a miracle that I can spell my own name...

So, keep the feedback coming in that regard as well as others and thank you Claire!

I might shorten the excerpt.

What do you guys think?
 
 
Thank you Amanda! 
Welcome Claudia and Kacee! 
Love, Engel
 
 
"During the following weeks you would show up at the office in the early evening, after the other team members had left. Almost every night you would give me tips on the practice of management. 

One was, 'Good managers don’t listen to gossip.'" 

 
 
Do You See What I’m Doing?

"'You waited until we were no longer dating to begin instructing me. On the first day you had me walk around to agent’s desks with you. You said, 'Do you see what I’m doing?'


I affirmed the fact that I did. You said, 'Do that for yourself.'"