Cubed
I generally like my job. Yes, I either have too much to do or barely enough to keep me occupied for a fraction of my day, but all in all, I can't complain.
Monday, I've got a few minutes to kill, so I step into a different office to chat/catch up/bullshit with a couple of coworkers. Except I come in during the middle of some bizarre diatribe about how guys wearing flip-flops are raging homosexuals.
(No, I don't get it, either. I wear flip flops and I occasionally don't sleep with men.)
Anyway, Person #1 (technically the higher ranking employee) proceeds to tease and mock and berate Person #2 because of the "Flip-Flop Question."
Person #2 asks him to drop it. It's not dropped.
Awkward moment, right?
It gets better.
My department head came to my desk this morning and asked me if I'd go with him for a minute. I don't know about you guys, but when my boss wants to talk privately, I always panic a little and analyze everything I've done since I started. He leads me to the Human Resources manager's office.
Fuck.
I'm either getting a promotion, fired, or...
"Don't worry, you're not in trouble."
Oh, thank Christ. You couldn't have fucking told me that at my goddamn desk?
I'm questioned about Monday's "incident." Reminded that it's "sensitive" and that talking about it will help no one and, in fact, will cause more harm.
Wink wink, nudge nudge, say no more.
My boss comes over to me later today and says, "This is not going to be pretty."
Someone's getting canned.
Monday, I've got a few minutes to kill, so I step into a different office to chat/catch up/bullshit with a couple of coworkers. Except I come in during the middle of some bizarre diatribe about how guys wearing flip-flops are raging homosexuals.
(No, I don't get it, either. I wear flip flops and I occasionally don't sleep with men.)
Anyway, Person #1 (technically the higher ranking employee) proceeds to tease and mock and berate Person #2 because of the "Flip-Flop Question."
Person #2 asks him to drop it. It's not dropped.
Awkward moment, right?
It gets better.
My department head came to my desk this morning and asked me if I'd go with him for a minute. I don't know about you guys, but when my boss wants to talk privately, I always panic a little and analyze everything I've done since I started. He leads me to the Human Resources manager's office.
Fuck.
I'm either getting a promotion, fired, or...
"Don't worry, you're not in trouble."
Oh, thank Christ. You couldn't have fucking told me that at my goddamn desk?
I'm questioned about Monday's "incident." Reminded that it's "sensitive" and that talking about it will help no one and, in fact, will cause more harm.
Wink wink, nudge nudge, say no more.
My boss comes over to me later today and says, "This is not going to be pretty."
Someone's getting canned.