Filed under: Nine to Five
I have been at my new job for exactly 3 months. I have made thousands and thousands of phone calls, sent hundreds of emails and even made a couple of friends. When I was hired my department consisted of two teams of 10, now there is one team of 7, soon to be 5. Good news is I am still one of the five. I am working my tail off 9 and 10 hours a day–longer hours than my boss, mind you–beginning at 6:30 AM with a miniscule 30 minute lunch. Some days are better than others. I have yet to make a million dollars but I have managed to land my first promotion. More responsibilities, longer hours, larger paycheck. Hopefully. (Crossing Fingers. Like a lot.)
I realize that to most normal people this last paragraph sounds absolutely horrific. Again, some days are better than others. But for the most part I am happy to be working again. Sure, I’d love an extra couple of zeros on my check–wouldn’t we all–but I am happy to be earning something. I am happy to be busy. I am happy to be working. I am happy. I am insane-busy, but I am happy.
…Until today. Today I talked to the most abrasive man I have ever actually exchanged words with, the man was a total ass. We were chatting about product and business and blah blah blah [insert the most boring conversations you can imagine here]. This man actually yelled at me several times, talked down to me in a way I have never been privy to, and actually said “Stop. Let me tell you how to do your job.” Say wha? I muted my phone and screamed my obscenities. Then I un-muted and continued the conversation like an adult. And even after the pathetic excuse for a male told me “if you weren’t a woman you would understand what I am talking about”, I kept my cool, closed the sale and took his credit card number. And then I threw my phone across the room. As a peon who is dependent on comissions to fill up my bank account, I cannot lose it to customers. I can’t WAIT until I am no longer a peon. (My promotion makes me something like Top Peon, but still a peon.)
I won’t go into the rant I gave my boss on my way home; yes, I work longer hours than my boss. I’m banking on the fact that all of you are infuriated for me. Rant away.
I should mention that I have discovered I am an adult. As that asshat gave me his credit card number it was all I could do not to write it down and use it to buy shoes. Or a pony. But I didn’t. I am an adult, I am an adult, I am an adult.
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First of all, congrats on moving on up to Top Peon. Wooot! Second, I’m pretty sure there’s a special place in Nirvana (full of purty shoes and hot young things) for people like you, who cheerfully do a job that is less than ideal. I’m impressed. Good on you!
Comment by Gwen 2008 November 13 @ 5:53 amUGH. “If you weren’t a woman…” That is so awful. I hope your boss was supportive!
Comment by RA 2008 November 13 @ 7:12 amYeah. Credit Card theft = Bad. Congrats on your promotion!
Comment by Lou 2008 November 13 @ 7:13 amOh. My. Heavens.
Yes, I’m sure you were totally wishing you were a man like him. He’s a sterling example of the gender, that’s for sure.
Comment by Janssen 2008 November 13 @ 7:14 amCongrats on the promotion & hopefully the new pony! I would’ve said “If you were a woman you’d understand what an $@#$$^#@$#@$! you are”, but I’m not an adult.
Comment by Sarakastic 2008 November 13 @ 8:15 amThat is bad. My boss is incredibly sexist, but it’s never that blatant, so I can never call him on it. At least you know where you stand with the asshat.
Comment by Noelle 2008 November 13 @ 9:25 amOh, don’t you just HATE people like that?!? That sort of thing really “chaps my hide”; really “frosts my cookies”; really “gets my panties in a bunch”. Stinkin’ tiny little insignificant people who only feel better about themselves when they make someone else feel like poop! Well, guess what? You know that tiny little white speck on top of chicken poop? It’s still chicken poop.
Here’s another thing you can say or think to that jerk: “You get NOTHING! You LOSE! Good DAY, sir!” And then go treat yourself to shoes or a caramel frappaccino or a facial.
Comment by Chiada 2008 November 13 @ 11:08 amYou are far more tolerant than I am. I don’t know how you can do it. If I got a job there, I’d be employed all of 10 minutes before someone like that would set me off, then they’d have to call the police to take me away. I respect you a whole bunch for your ability to be a better person than most.
Comment by sovknight 2008 November 13 @ 12:43 pmAnd a fine adult you are
Comment by Trish Ryan 2008 November 13 @ 1:08 pmRock on!
I don’t understand people who are rude to people they have never even met or don’t know personally. Like when people are rude to waitstaff. Maybe they think they are entitled to be rude because the other person is “below” them. What cunts.
I’m afraid I’d be terrible at your job, because I couldn’t control myself from yelling back at someone who yelled at me.
Comment by Sra 2008 November 13 @ 1:09 pmoh man that would make me livid. ugh. but congrats on the promotion, that’s always a good thing
Comment by katelin 2008 November 13 @ 4:33 pmYou have way more restraint than I because my idea of controlling myself would have been to hang up on him. Hang in there!
Comment by La Petite Chic 2008 November 13 @ 8:19 pmHahaha. I wouldn’t want to get in your way when you’re angry. Good job controlling yourself–it’s something I’ve been working on forever and I’m still not sure I’ve got it down. Go you!
Comment by Megs 2008 November 14 @ 11:02 amI definitely would’ve used his credit card to buy shoes. Ignorance is so disgusting.
Comment by Pocklock 2008 November 14 @ 6:57 pmEugh, what a prick. Your self-control is AMAZING, you are so definitely an adult.
Comment by Allie 2008 November 14 @ 8:00 pmWhat is wrong with people these days?
Comment by Jen 2008 November 17 @ 1:38 pmI’m glad you are happy with your job normally – but man, oh man, that guys just sucks… I’m amazed at how well you handled it!
Comment by Z 2008 December 3 @ 11:36 am