i confess. i love mondays! i always have. i even like the word monday. it’s fun to say.
and i even used to love mondays when i worked.
one has to be very careful as a lover of mondays around other people. other people seldom love mondays.
i tend to live my life pretty much like a dog. if i have a bad experience i can usually forget it easily.
one good night’s sleep and it’s a new day. not to mean that i don’t suffer bad times. it’s just that i don’t
let them hang around.
now. there was a time when there was a very toxic person in my work place.
i don’t know exactly what her problem with me was… but she just didn’t seem to like me.
she not only didn’t like me… she went out of her way to show everybody else she didn’t! LOLOL!!!
those are always the fun kind of people to have around!
i can laugh about it now. now that she’s out of my life.
but it wasn’t so funny at the time. it hurt badly. and . . . to make matters worse perhaps . . .
i was a little between a rock and a hard spot. she was my direct supervisor. and i loved and needed my job.
i had been there for years. and she was new. i welcomed her with friendliness but respect for her position.
it didn’t take long for her to single me out. it began in small ways. pickiness. micro management.
then it graduated to an all-out vendetta for some reason.
at the time i suffered in silence . . . day after day of her abuse. even my co-workers wondered at it.
i realize now that she was simply a bully. i tend to not think in those terms for people. but now i see it.
it took me a long time to look at that horse shoe! LOLOL.
i just couldn’t imagine what it was that i was doing to cause such animosity!
i used deodorant! i was clean! i was good at my job! and i loved my job!
i was a manager myself and i had a great team and we all got along well! WHAT’S THE PROBLEM???
for pete’s sake! LOLOLOL!!!
i’ve since learned that there are simply bullies out there. for whatever their own sad reasons for being.
and it’s through no fault of your own. the chemistry is just OFF with that person.
one day . . . she yelled at me one too many times. and as always … in front of everybody else.
she was upper management. that is one reason i felt i could never respond in any way.
but . . . this one day . . . i finally had enough.
on this day …
i followed her into her office. i did not knock. i simply walked in.
“i don’t know what your problem is.
but you are never to yell at me in my workplace ever again.
i will talk to you about anything. but you must act like a grown up. not a brat.”
and i walked out. and i went home.
i figured i would be fired. but i knew my blood pressure was dangerously high. i could feel it.
oddly enough… i didn’t really feel better. i was shaking. and i felt like crying.
the next morning i went into work. early as usual. my own people … for i was a middle manager…
rallied around me and tried to comfort me. i loved them all. and we had no problems among us.
“no. no need. if i were mature enough i wouldn’t let it bother me. now … let’s just get to work!”
i wish i could say it got better. in one way it did. she did quit yelling. she instead reverted to the
silent cold treatment. toxic people remain toxic on one level or another.
and if it’s any consolation to you . . . if you have one in your own work life . . . or otherwise . . .
all i can say is . . . just soldier on if you absolutely have to be there. and ignore them as much as possible.
i ran into her and her husband once in the target store in my city. it surprised us both i think.
because i had been retired by then for about 2 years.
she seemed to be very uncomfortable.
finally she blurted out to me …
“i’m sorry tammy. you know. for … everything. i was going through a bad time i guess.”
“no problem. i hope things are better for you now.”
my nose is still cold. i’m still wagging my tail.
i still see life as simple and simply beautiful as a bowl of oranges.
and i still love monday mornings.
and … if you should have a bully in your life… or even your family…
all i can say is …
it’s THEIR problem. not yours. it took me too long to figure that out. i just wanted to get along.
but she taught me something very important!
i have found that bullies HATE not being able to get under your skin.
that’s apparently what they live for. sad but true. it’s a power thing apparently.
but the secret is… YOU have the power. YOU have the choice of not giving them the power.
think of yourself as a golden retriever. NOTHING gets under their fur! LOLOLOL!
it would drive a bully nuts! LOLOL!
here’s to all us beautiful golden retrievers old bean!
happy monday to all you monday lovers!
til soon old bean.