I forgot to add my horror story to my earlier post. I guess I was trying to block it out of my mind!
I once had a part time employee that I was partially responsible for supervising (I say partially because I was listed as her supervisor, but not allowed to discipline her as she was one of our Commissioners' daughters). She didn't particularly want the job, but as daddy had gotten it for her, she showed up most days. When she was there, she wore ripped jeans and half shirts. The jeans were the lowest of hip huggers, and she wore brightly colored thongs pulled up to her waist. It was like she was daring us to fire her!
