I carry my large folder tucked into the front of my pants, to the right of my belt buckle, just forward of my right hip.
A few years ago, my boss (at the time) spotted it, and asked what it was. I said there was nothing there. We repeated the same lines each maybe 10 times until the subject changed. Nothing ever came of it.
Sounds like you got raped there, Gravel. I feel for you.
When it comes down to it, all bosses suck, all jobs suck. If it was fun, they wouldn't have to pay us to be there.