It is day two of the standoff and we are at a standstill. I am unsure if I will go back to work ever and my boss, well, she either thinks I'm sick or an asshole. The thing is I sort of caved and for that and probably a bunch of other reasons, she'd be right.
After not showing up for work and turning off my phone so as to avert the demanding queries of my boss, I ended up actually having to turn my phone on for something or another. I also messed up last week when I never programed my job's phone number into my phone —this might have been a subconscious attempt at making this a temporary affair. So when my phone rang later that afternoon (day one) I wasn't sure who was calling me. The New Mexico area code could have very well been an employer from a new and better job. Probably not but whatever. The point is I answered the phone and was cornered. My boss just seemed so nice. And all I could manage to do was squeak out some feeble response about being sick or something.
Later I was tricked again by the area code and responded to further questions about the timetable of my convalescence with another lie about having an abscess that would doubtlessly take a few days to heal. For some reason being sick felt more legitimate than just hating my job as far as reasons for just not showing up go. Now I'm unsure if my boss knows of my ignoble lack of courage or if she is awaiting my recovery — I'm afraid it is the latter and that I'll actually have to quit again, but this time to her face. Then again, maybe I could use a few more bucks as well as a few more people here that hate me.
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