No Bosses Allowed! 

To be an Associate or not to be an Associate- what is that anyway? 

Once upon a time, there was a girl who liked to chew gum, dark blue Extra to be exact.  She chewed and chewed, hoping to chomp away her problems.  At last she realized, it was all just an excuse to chew, to fulfill her oral fixation.  Now, don't get any ideas, her fixations don't get very fun very often.  Instead, she sits at her desk day in and day out trying to come up with a way to live a more exciting life.  A less Associate-like life.   And what does that really mean anyway?  Is she an assistant or so much more than that that El Presidente has to come up with a more condescending name to remind himself who's boss.  We all have our own answer.  Let me know, readers of the web, are you an Associate?  What does that title say to you?  What is in store for this young girl? 

I really love working a twelve hour day in the production department only to have some sales rep in a suit drop down to beg me to work for four more hours and say "Look, I'll order you guys a pizza!".  Like it's going to be a fun little pizza party.  Then the sales rep just expenses the $8 and doesn't even have to pay for the pizza out of his/her fat commission check, but still acts as if they've provided a first class banquet.  Urgh!