The Curse of the Ks
Over my four years here at my job we’ve seen a lot of staff come and go. It is interesting to note that three of these people’s names started with K - Kathryn, Kylie and Kristy. Another interesting thing to note is that they were all WHACK JOBS.
First we had Kristy. She was a lollipop and a compulsive liar. She lasted five days. On her fourth day it came out that a few months earlier her car had been stolen and used to abduct her boyfriend. After hours of personal calls and late arrivals we gave her the flick. We changed the security code for the first time in 10 years (or so I was told).
Next came Kylie. She was a struggling mother working two jobs. Every few hours she’d have to “duck out to grab a drink”. She came back wreaking of cigarettes. It made the whole office stink and gave us headaches. I’m pretty sure she was a compulsive liar as well. She only lasted four days.
Ah, and lastly we have Kathryn. Oh Kathryn, you crazy crazy lady. On her first day she demanded a selection of pens “I’m just crazy about pens.” You sure were, and that’s not all you were crazy about. I don’t even know how to best describe her. She was nuts. She had lived in the USA for 15 years and had just returned to Australia. Picture the 80s - power suit, big hair, buzz words, insane grin. This was her. I tried to avoid her as best as I could until one day I found a note on my desk.
“Naima, your attitude towards me is disturbing. If you have a problem come and talk to me.”
I kept the note for a while, I showed my boss and a few of our Board members. She lasted just under three months.
