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"There are different levels of hell, but one thing is certain: there are bosses that come from the deepest and darkest pits of hell. I know. Because my boss comes from the very bottom of hell. He also answers to the name of Preben."
Shakespeare was right. There is indeed something rotten in the state of Denmark and Rosetta Sten knows what it is. It's her boss, Preben, who rules his little Nordic empire with the same fervour as Genghis Khan ruled Mongolia.
Rosetta's hope of a quiet existence at the office is effectively crushed by Preben, his Italian business prima donna of a wife, Barbara, and their evil sidekick, Mads-Peder. If it wasn't for the Proletarians, her trusted colleagues in the other Nordic countries, and surprisingly enough, Preben's very own au-pair, the Russian shot put champion, Svetlana, she would have succumed to Preben's capricious ways a long time ago.
But now, it's time to fight back. Preben has made their lives suck for too long. Now, nothing can stop them. The time has come. They're ready to suck back. Big time! |
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"The funniest book I've ever read!"
"Rosetta rocks!"
"Dammit, Rosetta! Considering the fact that you are one uninhibited bitch, it's remarkable that you manage to serve your knock-outs with such finesse!"
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"I just read Rosetta Sten's "Bosses from Hell" and I just can't stop laughing."
"Self help for those who hate whale songs."
"It's wonderful! EVERYONE should read it!"
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