This week the ladies of the Red Dress Club challenged us to try something new: Is there someone who drives you crazy? Someone who really gets under your skin? Now, write a first-person piece - as if YOU are this individual. Write from his or her perspective and include the things that really bother you. For instance, maybe there's a good reason why they eat with their mouths open, or why they use sarcasm as a weapon.
Please remember, I am not myself in this piece. I am writing as if I’m someone else.
I didn’t feel like going to work most days, but I knew I had to go in because I didn’t want to give that bitch the satisfaction of taking me into the boardroom and counseling me, again. She’s had me in that damned boardroom more times than I can remember, and for what? What did I do that was so bad? Everyone else gets by with murder in that place. I was the best phone tech she had and I knew my stuff. Still, she would find a way to counsel me on something.
I got my revenge, though, in my own way. Two new people started work last week, and I met them on break and told them all about her. I told them she would stab them in the back in a heartbeat. I told them not to be alone with her because she’s a lesbian and will probably try to come on to them. She never came on to me, but I’m sure with a little encouragement from me, she would have.
A couple weeks ago, I was called into the boardroom. She started out nice enough, but then she got serious. She said my technical skills were good, but then complained about my call volume. Apparently, I didn’t take enough calls to satisfy her. Then she asked me if I’d been taking food and soda that were not mine from the break room refrigerators. How’d that bitch know I took the food? I was always careful that no one was around. It wasn’t hurting anyone. But the bitch caught me, I denied it, then she said someone actually saw me. I stayed noncommittal and again denied ever taking anything. She finally told me to go back to my desk. I decided right then and there to get back at her if it was the last thing I ever did.
Yesterday I arrived at work and there was a note asking me to meet her in the boardroom at 4:30 pm. Right on time, I walked in and she was sitting there looking through several printouts that had been strewn about. I wondered what was going on, and I sat down while she continued to look at the printouts, in silence. I also stayed silent, not giving her the satisfaction of saying anything. After a few minutes, she looked me right in the eyes and said, “I ran call reports for the last month and you had 47 dropped calls. Everyone else averaged only 2 or 3. How do you explain that?”
I was dumbstruck. How could she tell from those reports that I’d been hanging up on people just as they called in? I had no idea anyone could see that. I gaped at her as if in disbelief, and commented, “I don’t know what you mean. I was doing my job.”
Her face got pretty red, but she didn’t raise her voice. She just looked at me and said “I’ve also had two technicians report to me that you’ve been hanging up on people consistently, during the time I go to lunch. I would like an explanation.”
That really pissed me off, so I glared at her and snapped, “I didn’t hang up on anybody”.
She came back with, “I’m going to give you one more chance to explain, as we both know that’s not the case.”
“I didn’t hang up on anybody,” I said. I really just wanted to shove my fist down her throat. I didn’t get paid enough to take as many phone calls as they wanted. And so what if I stole a few things?
She calmly collected the printouts, stood up and stated, “Your integrity and work ethic come into question here, and there’s proof. I’m done.” And she walked out.
Today I was fired. She had one of the techs drive me home because I would have had to take the bus. Her boss said she wouldn’t have been that nice.
I wonder if I’ll be able to get unemployment.