Well, That Was Fun

Today started off fairly normally. I woke up to say good-bye to Chris, felt vaguely bad that he has to gaze upon my overwhelming loveliness every morning, fell back asleep, hit snooze twice, watched Stephen Baldwin proclaim that God told him to write a book on Today while I put on my makeup (did God tell you that you have to refer to yourself in the third person too, Stephen?), realized that I was running late, threw on some clothes, scraped my wet hair back into a bun, scooped some cantaloupe into a bowl & made it to work on time. In case you're wondering, my interpretation of "on time" means anything less than 15 minutes late.

About an hour later, my boss came & asked why one of the checks I gave him to deposit on Saturday was dated July 31. For one thing, the person who writes the checks isn't the person that signs the checks, so the checks languish on one desk or another for a few weeks until they get mailed to us. Then I deposit & distribute a batch of checks about every six weeks. These are not payroll checks or company income, but part of an incentive program for the Realtors. They receive 100%. This is also not a new procedure; this has been the standard operating procedure for at least 3 years. He started getting all worked up about it, telling me that these checks have to be deposited & distributed at least every 30 days, blah blah blah. I tried to explain to him why that would be an issue & that the Realtors were quite happy with this arrangement, but I could tell he wasn't listening since he kept talking over me & repeating the same thing over & over. So I just stopped & did what I normally do with him: tell him whatever he wants to hear. This is when, for no particular reason that I could tell, he started to shout at me. He does this periodically when he is in a mood & wants to fight with someone. I don't see any point in fighting with him since a.) he's my boss & b.) he's not listening anyway, so normally, I would just walk away. This is when today stopped being a normal day.

I don't know if it's because I wasn't feeling well last night, or if the insomnia has finally caught up to me, or if I have just had enough, but whatever the reason, I finally reached my breaking point. I snapped and told him that he was not to raise his voice to me, I refuse to put up with this behavior & if he is going to continue to behave like this, I am going to leave & he can deal with the checks and everything else on his own. There was more of this nature, then I ended with "Now I am done discussing this. That's it." Then I turned away from him & continued updating the website. After a few minutes, he quietly walked away.

I'm sure there is a lesson in here somewhere, but I'm not quite sure what it is.