yelling at the boss is not cool...

Hi all!

Happy day to you and welcome to a taste of mine!

I wouldn't say I have a temper, pretty firey when I am challenged personally but generally I can keep calm, collected, rational. Something went wrong today and over the silliest of things.

I work to the clock. We have a break of 15 minutes and then a half hour in an eight hour shift. I have an immaculate work ethic. I work hard, I do what I am showed to the letter and then I will go that extra mile. I am on time. I never cut corners.

Today my boss approaches me before the half hour break and says "now, remember to come back on time this break", he's friendly enough, but I don't understand. I am always back on time.

I ask "What do you mean? I don't understand."

He says, "just make sure you are back from your break on time"

I should have just left it there, who cares why he is saying it... but I, ever curious, and a little perturbed at the way he's saying it, like he's doing me a favour..?

I say, "I know what you're saying, but what do you mean? I don't understand. I am always on time" (I shouldn't say always, either, it's setting me up for a fall.)

"Well," he answers "one of the girls in the other room said that on your 15 you were back late."

I don't care which girl, I know which girl and she is sticky nose trouble with a capital Bitch. I care that here is my boss who knows me and my own high standards is feeling like he needs to 'remind' me of my obligations without asking me what occured on that earlier break.

We went to break late by five minutes so we took our full 15 minutes from there. I am no saint, no matyr, I am not about to say: well, they let us off late, so we'll go back the normal time...

I say, "What the f**k does the girl in the other room know about my break? Does she know that we went to break late? You tell her to keep her mind on her own f**kn business"

He goes, "hey, I'm only the go between, I'm only telling you what she said"

Like this is kindagarten, and he's a kid instead of the boss, running between two warring groups in the playground.

Instead of asking me point blank what happened earlier he hints I should be less tardy.

But I'm off. F**k this, f**k that. "What is this, kindy? First T---y has to deal with their sh*t and now I'm copping it? You know how I work, tell her to go get a f**kn life, and mind her own damn business"

"Now, you know how they are (the other girls) they've been here a long time and if it comes to a fight (HE says FIGHT!!like he wants it!) you know they'll win"

"I don't give a sh*t about the j ob if I have to deal with this cr*p. Who the f**k does she think she is?You come to work to work, then you go home. That's it. Tell her to f**k off." 

Oh naughty naughty Hannah. Oh sweet potty mouth I didn't even recognise as my own. Oh the anger. And, as I said, over something so very small. Why didn't I just take it on the chin.

May I mention that I also work in an environment where swearing IS a language, but I try very hard not to enter in on that side of the culture, and surprised myself, and my boss, no end last night.

I am yet to feel repercussions. 

I am crossing my fingers there will be none. But I fear I have not heard the last of our little eagle eyed tattle tale. Now I am wondering how to deal with her that keeps my head above water but not so's I can gasp out cusses and swears in her honour!

And so's I waste no more time or energy thinking in bloody red tones.

Just writing this made me laugh. Ah laughter. Seems all better. But there is still tomorrow!

Any suggestions, reinforcements? Please bring 'em on!

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