It was already a day for fighters. I came in to an e-mail sent to three of my supervisors stating that I’d not done anything I said I would have. Or so it seemed. Admittedly I was caught. Not that I’d done anything wrong but it pissed me off to the point that my day was ruined.
I printed it out for a file I now had to keep on the woman. A co-worker told me to smile and I handed her the page. “this is why I’ll quit sooner than later.”
Drunks all of them. I didn’t wake up this early to write a legal brief. I had to though, if the day was going to be salvaged, I needed to discredit this woman to the point that she appeared a ladder rung above homeless.
The win came easy, a lot of phone calls to folks she couldn’t remember the names of, at a time before anyone in membership worked in membership. It was beautiful. When my boss approached me, I not only had highlighted the questionable elements of the request, but created a list of unanswerable questions at the bottom of the page. I got reprimanded. There’s no escaping that fate, but when it was done it was done. It didn’t linger in the office air like an unexpected, unwanted passing. If anyone died here it was the lady in the e-mail and I stood over her arguments corpse like a roman gladiator.
This was a day for fighters, and for the time being, I’d passed the first test. I shot down my coffee and moved for my access card. I was a champion but the lions were moving in and they were smelling blood…