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and this is how you end up on drugs ...
Feb. 20th, 2014 03:55 pmToday at Ye Olde Work Place I came damn near close to delivering a karate chop to my Boss's (and I use that term very loosely) throat. I won't go into the dirty details, but the end result was that he talked over me after demanding an explanation and then hung up in my face. I am so over that place and the idiotic people who work there. Over. It.
Please, new job. Please hurry and get here!
As I sat there trying desperately to control my temper and not call him back and cuss him out or call him back and hang up IN HIS face, an errant thought slid across my brain: what could I possibly take to calm my nerves and help me to deal with this idiot and all the people like him who both work here and call in. And BANG! There it was. I was a sane thought away from self-medicating myself so that I can make it through my work day. WTF. That is really low.
To be very clear, I'm pissed the hell off. Grow the fuck up, mr. Learn to listen. So, I, acting as the adult in this situation, opted to send him an email instead. I expressed my sorrow that I had used my brain to think a little too much. Instead of accepting the fact that his instructions made no sense, and instead of repeating my request for clarification since his response to my initial inquiry for clarification still made no sense, I used my brain and made a decision. I let him know that it wouldn't happen again. Cause you know what?! They don't pay me enough and to avoid any further conflict, and to help me manage *my* stress, it's just as well that I learn to just do what I'm told in this situation. I'm REALLY good at documenting and being VERY precise with language. So, blame will always be appropriately assigned where it is due. The short explanation will be, well, "he told me to." With diagrams and quotes. At work, that is a-ok. At least in "my line of work."
Voila! Problem solved.
Now. Off to do other, infinitely more interesting things. Like job hunting, maybe a spot of blog reading!
Please, new job. Please hurry and get here!
As I sat there trying desperately to control my temper and not call him back and cuss him out or call him back and hang up IN HIS face, an errant thought slid across my brain: what could I possibly take to calm my nerves and help me to deal with this idiot and all the people like him who both work here and call in. And BANG! There it was. I was a sane thought away from self-medicating myself so that I can make it through my work day. WTF. That is really low.
To be very clear, I'm pissed the hell off. Grow the fuck up, mr. Learn to listen. So, I, acting as the adult in this situation, opted to send him an email instead. I expressed my sorrow that I had used my brain to think a little too much. Instead of accepting the fact that his instructions made no sense, and instead of repeating my request for clarification since his response to my initial inquiry for clarification still made no sense, I used my brain and made a decision. I let him know that it wouldn't happen again. Cause you know what?! They don't pay me enough and to avoid any further conflict, and to help me manage *my* stress, it's just as well that I learn to just do what I'm told in this situation. I'm REALLY good at documenting and being VERY precise with language. So, blame will always be appropriately assigned where it is due. The short explanation will be, well, "he told me to." With diagrams and quotes. At work, that is a-ok. At least in "my line of work."
Voila! Problem solved.
Now. Off to do other, infinitely more interesting things. Like job hunting, maybe a spot of blog reading!
