Yelling at your boss for fun and profit.

Well, I don't know about the profit, but it sure as hell was fun. Maybe if I yell at her some more she'll give me a raise. I was sick yesterday(between my darling Jessica, and Tammy's little plague monkeys, it was inevitable.), but I stayed at work because we needed to get the newsletter done on time(it won't be BTW). So, there I was, five minutes til closing time and all I can think about is home and a bottle of Nyquil. When big boss lady decides to come and chew me out for moving my desk without permission. I wasn't having any of that shit so I ask her straight out if she's gonna fire me for it.

For those who haven't been paying attention, about four months ago(technically it was like ten months ago, they just took their sweet ass time starting), she hired a couple of idiots to help out. Well, they didn't. They only made things worse for the rest of us because we had to pick up their slack on top of doing our regular duties. One was so incompetent that she took months to learn how to fill out a simple notice, and she still fucks them up half the time. I only had to deal with her when she needed tech support(about 20 times a day) so she wasn't so bad. But, her husband, he's another story entirely.

This guy's a real asshole, hasn't done a damned thing since he started, he's threatened or harassed practically everyone on staff(especially his wife). I tried to get along with him, and basically just put up with him for three months until his probationary period ended and he should have been fired. Three long months stuck in that cave of an office with a bastard who couldn't do anything but piss people off, before I finally had enough. I went in 90 minutes early one day, and moved all my stuff out. So, by the time he showed up I was all settled in with Tammy.

Jump forward a couple weeks and boss lady is getting all pissy cause I'm not treating her like she thinks a boss lady needs to be treated. She wants me to treat her like a boss, then she needs to start acting like one. So, I tell her that this isn't about me moving my desk, this is about her ignoring the real problem (like she always does) and hoping it goes away. She wants to create a happy workplace, she needs to fire them, or she needs to fire me.

Then she gives me some B.S. about how she tried to solve the problem with a stupid schedule. I was told it was for golfcart sharing(which he didn't follow, forcing me to use my bike every day(I should thank him for that)), now she's trying to say it was for office sharing. Apparently I'm supposed to spend every other day out doing inspections, yes, the entire day. How the hell am I supposed to get any real work done if I'm not even allowed in my own office?

And if that wasn't bad enough, she asks me how many lots I normally inspect in a day(45), then she has the gall to insult me by claiming that there's no way I can do that in just a morning. It takes me like no time at all, if I don't fuck around:) The paperwork is what really takes up most of my time. This isn't the first time she's given me shit about my weight either, it's been mostly subtle before but, now it's starting to piss me off.

I was furious at this point, I really wanted to slap her. I try not to be a violent man, I really do, but some people just deserve a good smack upside the head from time to time. I don't remember much after this, just me standing there shouting at her while Tammy and our manager stare on with that dear in the headlights look on their faces. I basically dared her to fire me, and all she did was give me the next day off, the day before a four-day weekend.

So, yeah. Go yell at your boss, maybe you'll get a vacation out of it.

βeta, out.