Yes, the manager

Why the manager? Because I sit here in my office in the midst of morons. Not only do I have to operate an entire business solo, I also have to make sure that my boss' personal life works according to his unorganized little plan. Picture this ... as soon as I walked into work this morning he said to me (you have to imagine a German accent) "Lori, I need two things from you: the first is a list from 1904, the second is the same from February." I was a bit perplexed by this request, but as I have become accustomed to his way of thinking I calmly said "I'm not quite sure I understand what you want ..." to be interrupted by "YES YOU DO, YOU KNOW WHAT IT IS, I NEED THE D*** PAPERS!" Letting his scold roll off my back I sit at my desk for the first 30 minutes of the day trying to think of what my computer-illiterate boss could possibly want from me ... instrument lists from 1904, sales from February, student lists from last month, or could it possibly be an appraisal? I finally come to the conclusion that he wants financials for 2004 (not 1904) and for February. I creep up to his desk and hand him the financial statements anticipating his harsh criticism of my incorrect guess for his request, only to find out that I was right. Ladies and gentleman, I think I have mastered the language of "the boss!"