If we were having coffee, I would tell you good morning and thanks for joining me for another lovely weekend chat.
If we were having coffee, I would tell you I had a helluva week. If started out fine. I went to work on Monday as usual. All the executives were coming that day and I mean all of them – CEO, Managing Director, and COO. I was looking forward to meeting them.
They arrived at around lunchtime. We introduced ourselves and shook hands before we went to lunch. Lunch was good too. I had a delicious lunch which fulfilled my hunger.
Hell began after lunch.
To be honest, I’m still a little fuzzy over what happened but then, the entire week had been fuzzy as all the angry and tears took over my other emotions. Anyway, back to that afternoon, I was minding my business, trying to reconcile the bank statements when this COO suddenly wanted to see the proof of all the checks ever written in the company. So I showed him my stash of check-stubs.
A few minutes later, he discovered a missing check-stub and the rest became fuzzy. I mean I know it’s my fault because I thought it was common sense to shred a void check but still, do you have to continue to question me after I confessed? That’s unnecessary. Just give me my punishment.
The rest of the week was more interrogations and budding into other people’s business. One day at lunch, as I sat down to eat my lunch, he came in and raised a question about banking in the U.S. “Would you not talk about work?” My co-worker budded in, “It’s lunch time. The brain needs a rest.”
Later that day, he approached me and told me I should get used to talk about work at lunch and anytime. Heck no, I thought. What happened to work-life balance? Or is there no such thing in Taiwan, where he’s from?
Friday, I lost it. I argued, told him to stop thinking of the worst situations and that we’re in the 21st Century where everything is electronic. His long-winded lectures and old-school thinking were bumping me out, making me anxious and wanting to cry. The way he interrogated and treated me and my co-worker felt emotionally draining and stressed. I swear if I go on any longer, I might go crazy.
The worst part is I can’t talk to him because every time I tried, he would put a hand out and say, “let me finish,” and would go on and on for 30 minutes before walking away. By then, I would have no idea what I was about to say.
On Friday afternoon, he approached me and told me to treat this job like a career. Who said I wasn’t? Then he told me he had worked lower position and earned a hourly-based salary for most of his life and yet, he was always at work on Saturdays and was the quickest one to turn in stuff. Okay, I thought, that just means you have no life outside of work and that’s just sad.
Well, sorry to hear that. I’m not that kind of person. The reason I get a job is to have a life, not to be stuck in an office 24/7. That’s school, not work. I wondered if that’s why he’s treating me and my co-worker so horribly. Because we’re newbies in our fields.
My tears poured out on the drive home. I couldn’t stop it, all my emotions had flooded to the surface. It was embarrassing because I was driving and didn’t want some driver to peek back only to see a distraught girl driving in the car behind him/her. So I put on a cap and shielded my face.
I thought about quitting, setting a new record for my shortest employment but that wouldn’t set a good example for my cousin who quit after three days and almost killed himself by the river. No, I will not do that. I will keep going because I know sooner or later, I will stand up again. No one breaks me.
Lastly, if we were having coffee, I would thank you for joining me and hope I can join you again next weekend.
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