I love my job....

but it has its drawbacks.
“And here's another thing, I have eight different bosses right now.”
“ Eight? “
“Eight Bob. So that means when I make a mistake, I have eight different people coming by to tell me about it. That's my only real motivation is not to be hassled...”
Well, I don’t actually get hassled. But sometimes it is difficult to know who I answer to. The priests, really. But the business manager is my boss. Although I work at the direction of the ‘main’ secretary. But about five other people also tell me what to do. (That’s why I like it when the Cardinal calls. There’s no question that he's the boss. There are days that I wish I had reason for confidential office meetings and could just close my door and wish that nobody would notice that I am there. I could carve out a little “George Costanza-esque” hiding place under my desk, but that is the area that I use for hiding office supplies. It’s a church, for heaven’s sake, theft is not a problem. Or shouldn’t be. There are problems of supplies just drifting away. So I keep a secret stash of one of every essential item. Plus charcoal, baptismal candles and other sacristy needs. So there is no room to curl up in the fetal position....