Several months ago I overheard a conversation between my bosses boss and one of the housekeepers. They were rating women on a scale of 1-10 based on their looks. My bosses boss rated me a 3.
I've been pissed at him ever since. The housekeeper is my work friend. He verified what I had overheard.
Today my bosses boss asked me what I thought about his new 24 hour report form. I told him on a scale of 1-10 I'd give it a 3....I didn't elaborate.....I seldom do....I just walked away.
Later in the day as my shift was ending, he walked past my desk. As he walked by I held up a nurses note with the #3 written in the middle of the paper. A big, bold, black #3 for him to see.. He looked puzzled. I smiled and told him it's my evaluation of his job performance......."on a scale of 1-10, with 1 being the lowest score, ten being the highest score, I give your work performance a 3! I bet your performance in bed is probably a 2 but that part is just a guess. AM I right?"...then I smiled and waited in anticipation for his response.
I was so proud of myself because i'm usually reduced to a grade school student in the principals office when talking to this man. I didn't stammer, or stutter, or shy away.....and it felt GOOD! His response was a look of stunned confusion. I walked away.........went directly to my DON's office, told her I quit, told her what I had done, and why i did what i had done. She looked a little amused, and surprised. She told me she was going to talk to dickheads boss and let her know what happened and she'd call me tomorrow. She counted my cart with me, and I went home.
I always try to do the right thing. I always try to do the responsible thing....I know I should have handled the situation differently......but (there's always a but)this shy, quiet, Kentucky girl is tired of playing the game........i'll have a new job tomorrow if need be.
6 comments:
LOL! Awsome!
Two things...
One, if you're full of crap, I'll be pissed and boycott your blog for at least....three weeks.
Two, I hope I wasn't a bad influence on you.
Feels good, don't it?
It's all your fault, Glenn....going on and on about all the bosses you've told to F off. How could I resist not to do the same? :O)~
Seriously, it was a long time coming, and it felt great!
That's huge. You must have felt so good. I used to work at a law firm that called the hallway I worked in "Suicide Row." It meant any guy would commit suicide to be allowed to have sex with any of the secretaries in my row.
Gross.
Hi Green.
Pigs, huh?
OK, I asked fellow bloggers to share an inspirational story about someone leaving their job, and othur-me (immunopressed.com) gave me this link, and I want to stand on my desk and cheer for you!
Hi, margaret!
Thanks for stopping by!
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