man, this dude i'm working for... just unbelievable. i've never met such a young curmudgeon in all my life. the man has been getting physical therapy on his knee for some time now. trying to make light of the issue, i said, "gee, mr. h., with all the PT you're getting, you should become the 6 Million Dollar Man in no time!" chuckle, chuckle, right? i mean, anyone would chuckle. he glared at me, got all red-faced, and said, "you shouldn't make assumptions like that. my knee is NOT getting better." MAJOR attitude! at three other points in the day, he told me my work was "irrelevant," our conversa-tion "unproductive" and my mistakes "unnerving." gee-- got any other negativity you'd care to share, sir? i really wanted to tell him to piss off, and just walk out, but i need the dough. so i just gave him a vaccuous look and walked away. silence is definitely golden sometimes. sometimes i get the vibe that he doesn't like me because i'm latin, and not whitebread. he seems to only affiliate with upper crust white people. his past secretary was very blonde and very white. i've noticed on all the resumes he's been rejecting for people applying for this job [i'm only filling in 'til they find someone], the names that go in the garbage are either hispanic, african american, or middle eastern. man, could you imagine if it was summer and i had a tan? but the race thing is neither here nor there, as much as the fact that he's a humourless curmudgeon who really rubs me the wrong way. i truly long for the day when i get a steady job where i don't have to feel like such a nobody.