Rachel thinks about her boss
She thinks about what his father must look like
This is normal
She tells herself
She tells herself
It’s normal
It’s normal
To think about your boss’ father
When your boss
Is half your age
He calls her Rachel
She calls him Mr. Hudson
Even though he told her
To call him Chris
She refuses to call him Chris
And she doesn’t like
Being called Rachel
She would prefer
That he call her ‘Boss’
But for that to happen
She’d have to become his boss
And for THAT to happen
She’d have to work at a company
That valued years and years of experience
Rather than a degree from a school
That used to be shit
Back when Rachel was in college
Back when Rachel was in college
She never thought she’d be working for someone
Who wasn’t even alive
When she was first starting out
In the world of business
And men
And promotions
And hope
And shoes that hurt like a bitch
When you have to wear them all day
Rachel thinks about the ties her boss wears
Every Wednesday
Ties with dogs and monkeys and playing cards on them
Ridiculous ties
Worn by a ridiculous person
Who probably has a very attractive father
She dreams of marrying her boss’ father
And becoming his stepmother
She dreams of making him burn
All his ridiculous ties
Right in front of her
In a barrel on the front lawn
Of what she imagines
Is his very nice house
She dreams of sipping wine
At Christmas dinner
Watching him try to make conversation with her
His stepmother
And his boss
She sees him sweating
Through a nice shirt
He bought just for Christmas
And a tie with candy canes on it
She suggests to him
That he should go upstairs and change
So as not to embarrass her
His stepmother and boss
In front of everyone
Gathered for the holiday
He’ll do it
He’ll do whatever she says
She’s Rachel
She’s Mrs. Rachel
And he’s Chris
Just Chris
And they have a wonderful
Working
Relationship
And when he comes downstairs
Wearing a new shirt
And a simple blue tie
She’ll tell him how nice he looks
Because that’s just the kind of boss
She is
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