Guest Blogger Rebecca Feuer: After being idle for 12 years (aside from being a wife and raising two children and two dogs), I recently returned to work as the assistant to a publicist. The first day was great. I used Outlook for e-mail, booked appointments and made a bank deposit. My boss even had a timely interview with a working women's magazine in which she commended me for my skills, maturity and work ethic. At the end of the day, she texted me "xoxoxo." I was ready to take on the PR world with vigor.
When she arrived at the office, I continued the to-do list. "You had your 25 minutes," she snarled. "You can't talk to me for the rest of the day. You are completely inefficient. Figure things out for yourself." That was the first of 20 times she called me "inefficient." I felt like Anne Hathaway's character in "The Devil Wears Prada." Unfortunately, there was no couture to counteract the abuse. I was doomed to fail and hadn't even started.
She wouldn't give me details for any task she wanted me to do; I was not a mind reader and needed information. "You should really go home and bake brownies," she told me. "Obviously, that's all you're good at. No one will hire you. You are useless."
I was stunned (although secretly pleased that she was somehow aware of my consummate baking skills). After two hours of yelling, she picked up her phone, called a temp agency and said, "I need a temp. I have a real moron here." I picked up my bag and walked out.
Hopefully, I'll be able to put on my professional clothes soon enough and find someone who will give me another chance. Until then, I will bake some chocolate-chip cookies -- which are even better than my brownies.