This lady is an English teacher who's been roasting incels by correcting their grammar...

[ChazInAz]

81. My last job before retiring

Was as a dispatcher for transportation and as concierge for one of Tucson's oldest and largest hospitals in its call center. Complex job, to say the least. ( My theatre-trained voice became my department's trademark!)
Our manager was one of those exemplars of the Peter Principle, and nearly illiterate. As ours was a very large department and always busy, scheduling and holding staff meetings was difficult, but the guy loved to micromanage. He couldn't macromanage to save his soul, but the little annoying details were hugely important to him. He'd devote hours of meeting time to covering requisition forms for pencils and notepads, insisting that we dispatchers (Never seen by the public.) wear uniform scrubs...etc. Eventually, someone higher up the food chain convinced him that emails were the "in thing" for such petty stuff.
His emailed memos became a daily ordeal, thanks to his appalling spelling, grammar and punctuation. I eventually started grading and correcting them, and posting them in my cubicle. At some point, in one of his perambulations around our call center, checking our shoeshines, he noticed one of them. I got called into the office and got a stern lecture, which changed tone when I pointed out that TPTB preferred literate, comprehensible memos. Being a suck-up, he became enchanted with the idea of having his own personal proofreader.

I thus got an unwanted job added on to my already considerable workload. No extra pay, of course.