I have gotten to the point where my direct supervisor's voice (fortunately not a person with daily overseeing of me) has become irritable. Hearing it on the phone once a week in a conference call is more than enough.
She sounds earnest, or "earnest." Like a teacher's pet sort of earnest. And, not at any grade level. Not an elementary school teacher's pet, nor a high-school one. Rather, it's the special earnestness of a middle school teacher's pet.
And, since she's the daughter of the owner of our company as well as my supervisor, there's not a lot I can do. Other than write something about it, like this extended haiku.
That voice -- make it stop.
Eighth grade, come-on to teacher;
Whatever drives it.
The word is "earnest."
I've used it before, for people
Who come off like this.
But I have neer
Come across it this bad before
And I can't change it.
Boss: I can't change her.
Job: I can't change it for now.
But my attitude?
I can "accept" this;
Don't ask for my reaction.
And, anything else?
Other, I could do --
But will not. Like it, I won't;
Not now, nor later.
Breaking camel's back,
It grates my mental chalkboard.
Vocal styrofoam.
Add to this that I'm shorthanded right now, I'm not sure one recent replacement has nailed down everything financially yet, I'm stressed, and I'm in a declining town in a declining industry, and I can't get out!
Thursday, August 28, 2014
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