You're 3 weeks into your new job. Well, sort of. One year ago, you left this job because you found the challenge too exhausting. But life is more simple now. You have less going on and feel like you're up for the challenge. So you went back.
It's 5:00 pm on Tuesday, thirty minutes before your workday ends. You're exhausted from what you felt was an extremely productive day. You really nailed it today. You spent the entire day busting your ass to please your boss. The door to your office opens and your boss enters. You're completely caught off guard as he blows up. He screams. He cries. He won't listen to what you have to say. The worst part is that his belligerent outburst doesn't give you the slightest clue as to where you went wrong.
Twenty minutes later, you find yourself hiding in your bedroom. Just lying on your bed trying to make sense of it all. You're starting to unwind. You get up and hop into the shower. Something you haven't had time to do in three days, because you've been working so fucking hard. You're starting to feel relaxed, so you head down to the kitchen for a glass of wine.
Your boss is there waiting for you. I guess you were so frazzled by his behavior that you had forgotten that he lives with you. You spend 24 hours a day with your boss. Most of the time is good, but you never have a break from each other. He pretends that nothing happened. He doesn't apologize. He doesn't communicate what's wrong. He doesn't hug you goodnight. In fact, he just heads to bed. Once again, you ponder.
All you can think about is quitting. After writing a blog post, you start to feel better about the day. The majority of which, was pretty darn amazing.
No comments:
Post a Comment