Sergeant Afrin

I hate politics.

Not in the sense of democrats or republicans, but societal politics.  

When I was playing softball in high school I was starting catcher up until a new girl moved in.  Despite the fact that I was on a national qualifying travel team, starting and had more experience and better skill, this girl replaced me my junior year and it's all because of politics. 

 

My parents were very busy and weren't always able to come to games or support the team as much and rarely even spoke to my coach.  This new girl's mom was all about involvement and with some careful maneuvering she was able to secure her daughter a starting position.

I hated it then and I hate it now.

It's even worse now that I'm older and I won't put up with bullshit like that, and it's abundant within my job.  

Sunday night I came in for my usual shift and was confronted by my sergeant turned manager.

"What happened on Friday?"

I had come into work and wasn't on the floorplan.  I had no sidework and no section and so I simply left.  There were 19 people on the floor which is what they like to have on a Friday so I assumed they didn't need me and began my weekend early.  

"We're going to have a sit down with Gary next time you come."  

No big deal, I was sure they'd just tell me to let them know next time so they're aware.  But five minutes later he comes back up to me.

"Go home and come back on Thursday."

Go home?  I'm being sent home for not working when they didn't need me nor did they realize I was even supposed to be working.  Interesting enough, when I came in for my shift on Saturday night nothing was said to me about the previous evening, probably because they couldn't afford to let me go that night.  

I asked another of my managers who agreed that it was bullshit.  This man does not like me, nor do I like him.  He's not the worst boss I've ever had but he may be the most incompetent.  I could run circles around him doing twice what he could do.  

So I understand what's going on.  I've been doing this too long.  He's fishing.  He wants me gone and so he's going through all the legal channels, pointing out the most trivial things in an attempt to get enough dirt to fire me.  All because we don't get along.  Okay that's an understatement, we yell at each other every chance we get.  

Bring it.

You can fire me and I'll have another job tomorrow, but that's the only power you'll ever have.  You'll never be anything significant or important, you'll never do anything worth mentioning, you'll probably never even get married or have children because who'd want you?  When I change the world I won't even remember your name but you'll understand just how much of a pathetic loser you really are.