If something turns out badly and it was the obvious outcome, most would ask: Well, what did you expect?
I'm asking myself that now.
As I crawled up the ladder at this job, every baby step of the way, I've been terrorised in different ways.
I finally thought that my boss and I had an understanding and I could just do my job and just breathe.
The moment I exhaled, I got the wind knocked out of me.
Former Bossan we'll call her Pinkett said, "I want to tell you something and I don't want you to get upset."
I conceded. I was having a good day.
"(Sweetest intern ever who I helped train) JU overheard (your boss)DK, (the worst micro manager)RG and CEO of the company AM talking and DK was blaming his inadequacies on you. AM was heard yelling at DK to fire you.
My jaw was on the floor. My eyes were bulging out of their sockets and its not only because I've stayed late every day for a month (except 2 days), not only did I work 6 days straight for the first 3 weeks, not only have I trained 2 people while I've been in this position, implemented policies and have covered ass well, I am totally blind-sighted.
What did I expect?
Decency and integrity.
Oh, and my work speaking for itself.
But now, I'm tired.
If I stay late, it is to milk the clock. I want my due. I am going to wait this storm and hopefully, I will get fired and a few of my nay sayers - I hope they take the job and know my struggle.
I will sit pretty and stress-free and collect unemployment and do what I am supposed to - write and make-up people's faces.
I already knew they didn't respect women's voices. I knew they didn't like blacks moving up, so really what did I expect.