Most people would consider me a tolerant person because I don’t get angry easily, because no matter how much I hurt, I hold it in, and because I never unleash my anger on anyone. The thing is, I am not tolerant at all. I am a walking volcano, ready to explode at any moment. Make me snap and you’ll regret that decision. But all in all, I am a quiet person. I can quietly disappear without anyone noticing and people will forget all about me. Just ask my Californian friends. Oh wait, they’ve forgotten all about me. See, that’s one of the reason I like about being quiet. I never have to announce that I’m leaving.
Friday was a dreadful day at work but it was my last one. I’m never going back, not after the way I was treated. I mean, what happened to innocent until proven guilty? What happen to parents shouting at kids to control their language?
It was the last straw for me. I quit.
The work laptop had frozen on me so many times that day that it made me want to slam it shut and chuck it at the wall. Nothing was working. I couldn’t even shut it down. So I waited, patiently, hugging my tablet against my chest for comfort because otherwise, my anxiety would be through the roof. When the computer finally unfroze, I returned to work. I was quitting in December, so I was preparing a document full of detailed instructions of how to use Quickbooks so my successor wouldn’t screw up.
Early afternoon, my boss called. My colleague picked it up and put it on speaker. My boss shouted through the phone, he said directed at me, “Go home and stop wasting my f***ing time doing homework.” He hung up.
I didn’t know how to respond to that but well said, George Washington. I have seriously never been spoken to that way before, not even by my step dad (we have a thing call a swear jar) and at that moment, I thought if he was there, I might’ve done something I’d regret. Why would he think he could talk to me like that? More to the point, why would he think I was doing homework? He knew school doesn’t start until next week. Besides, why would I do homework at work?
At that moment, my anger escalated and anxiety peaked. My heart was beating out my chest. I seriously wanted to hurt something or someone. How dare he accuse me of such thing? When I’ve been spending the morning writing chapter after chapter of detailed instructions with screen shots.
I tilted my head and glared at the camera overhead, the one he’s been staring at all morning from home. I wanted so much to give him the middle finger. F you back. Just because I’m your employee doesn’t give you the right to say such foul language. He had officially caused me to lose my respect and will to work for him. It wasn’t the first time he used such foul language in the work setting. He used it at least 10 times a day when I’m there. F this, F that. My heart clench at the word. Just because the customers can hear it, do you really have to say it?
Twenty minutes later, he called and told me he saw me with my tablet. I explained I was writing the instruction and needed a little help. He apologize then and there and directed me to some other task but I’ve lost interest in the job. I mean, how can anyone work after your boss just used such horrible language on you? Yeah, he apologized but something like that is impossible to forgive.
When I told my mom about it, she was outraged. “You should sue him,” she said, “for such horrible behavior.”
“Too bad no one will back me up on this.” I have no witnesses. One of my colleague is my boss’s step-son and no doubt, he and my other colleague will stand with him all the way because they really need this job. On the other hand, I don’t really need this job. I don’t make enough from this job to make a difference in my income.
He texted an apology later that evening, saying he’s under a lot of pressure, blah blah blah, like I haven’t heard that before. I’m sorry but there is no going back this time. He’s made the mistake of wrongly accusing me of not working and cursing at me.
Anyway, it looks like next week will be my final paycheck from this job and then I’ll quietly make my exit and perhaps look for another job. I’m thinking freelance proofreader. Let’s see if I have such luck.