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In other news, crying seems to be the key to getting Boring Manager Rob to take you seriously.
Basically, he finally noticed that I've been foiling his IgnoreTheProblemUntilItGoesAway plan by not letting the problem go away by continuing to use the door that we're not supposed to use anymore. And yes, this is all about a door, and it's stupid, but the door has become tertiary to the complete and total disregard and disrespect Robert displayed in our general direction during the course of the door controversy.
So, he started out using words like "defiance" and threatening to put it on my evaluation, and ended up his usual wishy-washy self such that I left the office not entirely sure I'd understood what he was saying. Because it seemed like he sorta gave up and said I could use the door, which was not something I was expecting (of course, I wasn't expecting to cry either), but at the very least there is going to be a group meeting tomorrow, and he did seem to feel bad about making me cry (even though it probably had more to do with my fucked up brain cells and/or childhood than anything he did), which is more than I can say for my own mother who generally got angrier in the face of reducing her own daughter(s) to tears. It's also the first time I felt like I was actually having a conversation with the man instead of talking to a wall.
Of course now I've moved on from all of that because I'm more concerned about the whole crying thing, which I'm going to blame on having a cold and being tired and headachey because the alternative is that my depression is intensifying to a point where I will need to have my meds increased.
At this time, I'd like to thank the union for allowing me to call my boss a jerk to his face and not have to worry about being fired.
Basically, he finally noticed that I've been foiling his IgnoreTheProblemUntilItGoesAway plan by not letting the problem go away by continuing to use the door that we're not supposed to use anymore. And yes, this is all about a door, and it's stupid, but the door has become tertiary to the complete and total disregard and disrespect Robert displayed in our general direction during the course of the door controversy.
So, he started out using words like "defiance" and threatening to put it on my evaluation, and ended up his usual wishy-washy self such that I left the office not entirely sure I'd understood what he was saying. Because it seemed like he sorta gave up and said I could use the door, which was not something I was expecting (of course, I wasn't expecting to cry either), but at the very least there is going to be a group meeting tomorrow, and he did seem to feel bad about making me cry (even though it probably had more to do with my fucked up brain cells and/or childhood than anything he did), which is more than I can say for my own mother who generally got angrier in the face of reducing her own daughter(s) to tears. It's also the first time I felt like I was actually having a conversation with the man instead of talking to a wall.
Of course now I've moved on from all of that because I'm more concerned about the whole crying thing, which I'm going to blame on having a cold and being tired and headachey because the alternative is that my depression is intensifying to a point where I will need to have my meds increased.
At this time, I'd like to thank the union for allowing me to call my boss a jerk to his face and not have to worry about being fired.
