Boss Lady Responds.

You remember how I got into a shouting match with bitch lady last week? Well, she finally responded.

Here's the letter she sent.

" Written Disciplinary Action

I am drafting this letter in an attempt to memorialize the altercation which transpired yesterday. First and foremost, your behavior was insubordinate, abusive and completely unprofessional. You left me no way to have any kind of rational discussion or conversation with you. This is not the first time that you have been insubordinate, unprofessional and disrespectful to me. Residents, fellow employees and even previous supervisors have found your behavior difficult to deal with in the past. This does not create an amenable or successful business relationship

I have always treated you with respect, professionalism and courtesy. I have always been amenable to any reasonable requests you have had when it comes to your duties, equipment purchases or anything else you deemed a necessity of your position including, but not limited to; an ergonomic keyboard and mouse.

I have asked you and all employees of ************************ on more that one occasion not to perform work outside of your job description, make any changes, alterations without my prior authorization. Yet, you have done so on more than one occasion. This is why I felt it necessary to discuss the matter of you moving your office from the maintenance office to the conference room without authorization. If you had given me the opportunity to speak, you may have found out that I may have been willing to make the allowance for you temporarily even though you did not have authorization to do so. I have made many allowances for you in the past with regard to company policies, behavior issues, etc. Your attitude and demeanor leads one to believe that you are only willing to do what you want to and feel that you alone have the right to decide what you are willing to do and how you are willing to do it in the workplace.

Your behavior yesterday could be interpreted as though you do not wish to continue your employment with *********************. I do believe that you may need some time to reflect on your actions. If you wish to discuss returning to work, you will need to set up an appointment to discuss the matter with me rationally, courteously and professionally.

You may feel free to contact me at any time.

Sincerely, **** ****** "

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I like how talks about me returning to work when she never actually dismissed me. She told me to take one day off, which I did. I'm at work right now, I spent the morning drafting my reply. And, Since I love all of you so very much, I will share it here.
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" Response to Written Disciplinary Action

You have no right to speak to me in the tone of voice you used in the office Tuesday. You most especially, have no right to chew me out for finding a workaround to a problem caused by your own inaction. I see you made no mention of that in your letter. You find fault with me for not treating you like a boss when, you don't act like one. You brought human poison into this office, and did nothing about it despite numerous complaints. Do not call me unprofessional when you have done nothing but ignore the serious personnel issues in this office.

You claim that people find me difficult to deal with. If that is so, then why did you name me employee of the month not to long ago? And tell me that everyone thought I was "perfect; just great to work with". You placed me in an untenable situation and provided no alternative, even after I, and my co-workers, expressed our concerns to you. And, now you're upset that I found my own way out of it? You have not shown any of us respect, professionalism, or even common courtesy in this matter. I told you that the stress of working with him was killing me, I was not exaggerating. The situation was so bad that I became physically ill on more than one occasion. I was not the first, nor even the second person to be threatened or harassed by **** *****. Did you do anything about the matter? Did you censor him in anyway? How exactly have you acted professionally in this matter?

You hired me to do this job my way, because you couldn't find anyone else that could. Not surprising, when you consider that this job is tantamount to herding cats. A job made all the more difficult by the fact that I have little support and no actual authority.

Speaking of authority; you say I've been insubordinate, but how can I be insubordinate to someone who has provided me with no leadership? You are my employer, not my commander and chief. You pay me a pittance of a wage in return for my services. Yet, have never once explicitly defined what those services are. You give conflicting and, oft times, illegal orders, then complain when I don’t follow them to the letter.

You said that I've been disrespectful in the past, and yes, I'll admit that I did once before raise my voice to you. Do you happen to recall what that conversation was about? Do you remember that you were trying to bully me into signing away my constitutionally granted right to privacy? How were you offering me any respect in that matter?

You say that you've done many things for me in the past couple of years that I've been working for you, but you can only cite one thing. Buying me a keyboard and mouse weeks after I told you that my wrists hurt. That’s all I can think of that you’ve ever done for me, too.

I can think of several situations where you could have, should have, intervened in my favor.
Did you give me time off after I nearly shattered my knee cap in your poorly lit workshop? An injury which still pains me to this day. No, you chewed me out for not serving enough notices. Was that professional or respectful of you?

What about when Mr. ****** libeled, and tried to blackmail me, in clear violation of Rule #20 of ***************'s Rules & Regulations? The paragraph regarding interfering with or hindering Management. The paragraph which ends "any violation of this paragraph shall be considered a material and irredeemable breach of the lease agreement." Did you give me any courtesy in that matter? No, you fobbed it off on an ineffectual attorney who takes six months to do what a paralegal could do in a day, when he does anything at all. Did you seek a second opinion when he refused to do anything? Or did you act completely unprofessionally by ignoring the threat against your employee, hoping it would go away?

Speaking of threats; do you remember the time a security guard in your employ threatened to kill me? But, I wasn't supposed to worry about that, was I? Because, I'm bigger than him, and could take him in a fight. Those were your words. Why should I worry that he carried a loaded revolver on his hip? I'm bigger than him. I will give you credit though, you actually told him to stay off the property. He didn't though, and you didn't actually do anything to enforce your edict. And, if you recall, that company eventually dropped us as a client, saying something about a hostile work environment. I never knew my desire not to be murdered was so hostile. Perhaps, I should have been more professional, and just let him kill me?

Oh, and since I touched on the matter, I'm getting very tired of your digs about my weight. If you look back to last Tuesday, you'll notice I didn't actually start shouting until after you stated your incredulity about my being able to walk 2 miles in less than five hours. You can not expect me to remain calm while being insulted by my boss. Do the math; the lots in here aren't that large, and walking all the way around 45 of them does not take an entire day. So, I'll thank you kindly to act the professional you claim to be, and never mention my weight or level of physical fitness, ever again.

While we're on the subject of harassment; I'd like to let you know that, just because I am male does not mean that you can distract me with your cleavage. We’ve all noticed how you lean forward whenever speaking to a man. That is sexual harassment, and beyond unprofessional on your part.

If you have any other matters you would like to discuss; I would be happy to hear them.

Sincerely, Pentathalos "

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So, what do you think?
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βeta, out.

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.

Down the rabbit hole.

I'm tumbling and don't know how or when I'll land. I hate this feeling. I feel like writing bad poetry, but I enjoy my small following(all one of you), and don't wish to turn them off my writing forever.

Work, work, work. That's all I talk about lately, even I'm getting tired of hearing it. Work is not my life, it's where I go to earn money. That's it. Dammit!

I hate to bring work up again but it's stalking round & round my mind, refusing to quiet down. The nutjob is back after two weeks of bliss where work was almost enjoyable again. And now it's worse than ever. The situation is untenable; I can not stand to work with this fool for any longer. So, I have decided to shun him and his idiot wife.

This is the only way I can see to get through the day. The thing is, ignoring someone that you have to share an office with is a serious mental & emotional drain. The best I've been able to manage is trying to think of him as one of those little yip yip dogs. I'm an animal lover, but those damned things just make me want to kick `em in the head with my steel-toed boots. So, basically there's no real change in my attitude towards him.

The only pleasure I got during those endless five and a half hours was from the knowledge that my silent treatment was driving him nuts. He's starting to throw out vague threats, like his parting words today "Just remember, this was your choice." It was all I could do not to laugh in the fucker's face.

But, there's only so much of that kind of sick enjoyment you can take before you just get sick. I'm just so tired of this shit. It's gotten to the point where I actually want to get fired. Just so, I can kick back on un-employment for a few weeks while I try to recover my sanity.

Sorry, for the depressing post. I just don't know what I'm going to do. βeta, out.

P.S. if anyone's still looking for "solstice" gift ideas for me. There's this, it's only $500 plus $100 for shipping. If you buy me this, I will love you forever & ever & ever & ever. I love everything Alice & that game kicked serious ass. Wish there was a sequel or a remake with better graphics.

Just a quick update.

The idiots are still here. Who knows if anyone else will be come tomorrow.

Everyone else was in a meeting when I left. I didn't have to go because I'm the golden boy, employee of the Fucking Month.

Big Fucking Deal. You want to be employee of the month? Do nothing but smile and nod. Smile & Nod. Everybody will think you're such a great guy while you walk around with a dopey grin imagining all the horrible things that could happen to them.

I guess the idiots - as they will be referred to when I must speak of them collectively. I much prefer calling them "The Incompetent One" & "The NutJob", but it's a pain to type that out every time. - are now trying to blame everything on Tammy. She's done nothing wrong though. The only reason they're going after her is because she wont back down when the incompetent one starts picking a fight(which she always loses because she's a fucking moron). Not that that stops her from running off to her nut job husband in tears complaining about how everyone's so mean to her.

Oh, get this. They've been going around to the residents asking them what they hate most about everyone in the office. They should never have been hired here. I'm starting to think they were only put here to drive the rest of us away. Here's a tip to employers out there. If you don't care about your employees, they won't care about the job.

I am so glad I don't give a shit about this job anymore, now I can start having some fun. First up, a little revenge on a certain "creep". I'm gonna try to milk it until January when the insurance gets renewed. So, I can get some more teeth work done(already used up this years allowance), but after that. I'm outa here. Sooner if I can find something where the benefits kick in fast. I know the economy is shit right now, but all I need is twenty grand a year to live comfortably. That and a decent work environment.

Schadenfrued is your friend. βeta, out.

Sorry Ma'am, you've got wall bats.

(Not to be confused with head pigeons.)

(this ...um, I suppose you can call him cute, little guy landed outside my office this afternoon)

I took a couple pictures, printed one out to mess with my co-worker. She taped it up next to her desk. After jumping a mile when I threw it at her. She named him Bob. Bob the bat. I think she may have been dropped on her head as a child. Just kidding Tammy. I'm sure it was just the lead paint on your cradle.

(He is kinda cute. If you ignore the leathery wings holding him to the wall.)

He reminds me of Mc Guyver for some reason. I think his hairy body looks just like a mini-flying-mouse-mullet. Of course, I am currently under the influence of benadryl and large club sandwich from Farmer boys. I'm not sure if that latter one has anything to do with it, but it sure was tasty. I had three sides with it too. Fries, onion rings, and a salad. Don't ask.

(Don't hate me because I'm beautiful)

We just left him there. He was kinda high up, and not too many people use that walkway. I think a cat probably climbed up whatever tree he usually make his home and scared him out into the rays of the evil daystar. I'm sure he'll go home after a night of bug eating and spreading rabies.

Alpha, ah, ah, ah. βeta, out, out, out.