I have a 2nd supervisor. Her name is Joy. My new ninja spy colleagues are Poppy, Willow, and Merry.
I thought I’d had supervisors before who micro managed my work. Oye, I had no idea how bad it could get. Joy had her face in my work all morning. She tried to drink my water, rubbed her head on my monitor, walked on the keyboard trying to send an outlandish message to the clients, and she even knocked things off my desk with the swish of her judgemental tail.
Fortunately, her need for an afternoon nap in a pile of paper bags outweighed anymore critical commentary on my work.