Gina Tubby the controller. All about the money

 She was The Controller of accounting at the office of the car lot.

I was the accounting clerk.

She was fat and had a pretty face. Her personality was pleasant in the beginning. 

After what I did she was not nice anymore.

Her entire office area with desk and file cabinets was a frightening disaster of a mess. File folders with car keys laying on top scattered all over the floor instead of inside the cabinets. 

Needless to say I had trouble finding documents when she would call me. She was often out at some remote place running around having luncheons, discussions, "conferences" with the owner and who know who while on the job.

One day when she was gone I took matters into my own hands and filed away all of the folders and organized the keys. She was upset with me when she got back and saw what I had done. 

My nature is to clean and organize in order to be most efficient. Her nature is obviously the opposite. She preferred to hold information in her brain and create a huge mess of things wherever she went. 

Exactly like John Layson was.

She and he was "The Boss" and enjoyed ordering me around while they ran around and ate food most of the day. 

The last morning I came to work, clear up in Gladstone North Kansas City area where she had moved the office closer to her and much further away than where I live, she was sitting at her desk when I arrived. She flatly said, "We are cutting back on expenses and one of then is you." 

She didn't have the decency to call me on the phone to tell me this news about being laid off so I wouldn't have to drive about 40 unnecessary miles. She could have called or told me the day before while I was already there. 

About 2 weeks before she got rid of me she had bought a huge metal desk for me to put in the hallway by her office so I wouldn't have to work at her desk in her mess. Her husband showed up that day and said, "Gina, I got the desk. Where do you want it?"

She said, "Put it right there."

"Are you going to help me move it?" he asked.

"No"

So I jumped up happily and said "I will help you move it" and I did. 

She sneered at that.

I wonder what happened to her and her life all these years later. Did she keep gaining weight? Is she dead from metabolic syndrome like John?

That car lot closed down not along after she got rid of me. I wonder if she got another job and what she did for a work for the rest of her life.