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I will be quitting my job sometime this week, if I don't get fired first for heading out to long lunchtime job interviews or faxing resumes and cover letters. Can you tell I don't much care?
I've come to realize that I've been harassed for the last few months. When you're playing "my boss is worse than your boss", and you stop short of telling the whole story for fear of being ridiculed for not quitting sooner, there's a problem. So here's the whole story.
My boss has threatened me. Not in any way that made me actually feel threatened... I've never exactly feared for my safety. But he has told me, on at least 3 occasions, "Sometimes I just want to beat you" and "Would you prefer me to throw you down the stairs or off the balcony" and "God you make me want to smack you". (He knows about my "unnatural proclivities", which makes me wonder if perhaps this qualifies as sexual harassment.)
To further sweeten the deal, he sometimes treats me like a 9-year-old.
During my 6-month review last week, my boss, in an effort to help me (because he believes he is the SOUL of kindness), told me the following:
He thinks I have an anger management problem.
See, I finally confronted him the previous Monday about the physical threats. I told him I shouldn't have to listen to such things, particularly from my employer, and that it was creepy (he later misquoted me as saying I felt physically threatened... he doesn't listen very well). I told him the cigarette he was smoking in his office was giving me a headache and so I'd have to cut our meeting short to return to cleaner air. This is an example of my anger management problem, apparently, that I don't care that I am jeapordizing my job by confronting my employer.
Most of the time I'm just angry about it and doing all I can to get the hell out of there. When it's quiet, and I don't have ready reassurance that he's a jerk, a very small voice in my head wonders if he's right, if I'm just a bitch, if I'm unreasonable, if I'm overly defensive and creating my own problems.
Ah, feckit. I'm terribly qualified, my resume is ready to roll, and I've got good cover letter material to cut and paste according to job listings. I'm gonna go drink beer and listen to angry irish music.
I've come to realize that I've been harassed for the last few months. When you're playing "my boss is worse than your boss", and you stop short of telling the whole story for fear of being ridiculed for not quitting sooner, there's a problem. So here's the whole story.
My boss has threatened me. Not in any way that made me actually feel threatened... I've never exactly feared for my safety. But he has told me, on at least 3 occasions, "Sometimes I just want to beat you" and "Would you prefer me to throw you down the stairs or off the balcony" and "God you make me want to smack you". (He knows about my "unnatural proclivities", which makes me wonder if perhaps this qualifies as sexual harassment.)
To further sweeten the deal, he sometimes treats me like a 9-year-old.
During my 6-month review last week, my boss, in an effort to help me (because he believes he is the SOUL of kindness), told me the following:
He thinks I have an anger management problem.
See, I finally confronted him the previous Monday about the physical threats. I told him I shouldn't have to listen to such things, particularly from my employer, and that it was creepy (he later misquoted me as saying I felt physically threatened... he doesn't listen very well). I told him the cigarette he was smoking in his office was giving me a headache and so I'd have to cut our meeting short to return to cleaner air. This is an example of my anger management problem, apparently, that I don't care that I am jeapordizing my job by confronting my employer.
Most of the time I'm just angry about it and doing all I can to get the hell out of there. When it's quiet, and I don't have ready reassurance that he's a jerk, a very small voice in my head wonders if he's right, if I'm just a bitch, if I'm unreasonable, if I'm overly defensive and creating my own problems.
Ah, feckit. I'm terribly qualified, my resume is ready to roll, and I've got good cover letter material to cut and paste according to job listings. I'm gonna go drink beer and listen to angry irish music.