Talk about your day thread

[tree_]

My boss just got a new "assistant" who is acting like she's in charge, and the boss seems to be OK with it cause she's like an old lady I guess, and so I just sent her an e-mail after she said something bossy, asking her nicely if she's now in a supervisory role to my department because I would like transparency as to who my superiors are. Hopefully she gets the message and backs off. Too many damn straws on my back today.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Norah]

lol disrespecting your boss's assistant is not a good move dude

[tree_]

I asked nicely for transparency. My coworkers were also confused. Turns out she was promoted to a supervisory role after all. I said thank you for clarifying. This sucks.

[Norah]

pro tip: whenever you want to send an email like that at work type it up, save it to drafts, and revisit the decision 24 hours later

[tree_]

pro tip: whenever you want to send an email like that at work type it up, save it to drafts, and revisit the decision 24 hours later

It wasn't rude. Lady's been on my case hardcore lately and at least now she knows I have some balls to stand up for myself a little bit, anyway.

[tree_]

Don't you think they should've announced she was our supervisor before she went around telling people what to do? Typically they will send out these e-mail announcements. She was being rude as hell to me and I thought she was just the new timekeeper.

[Norah]

it's just good practice to give the boss's assistant some level of deference

[tree_]

it's just good practice to give the boss's assistant some level of deference

It's also good practice to not treat your "employees" like shit. Especially when you don't even introduce yourself as their superior.

[tree_]

I've been working here about 8 years now and I'm in a union. They can't just fire me for asking honest questions.

[Norah]

true, but you can still avoid making enemies

[Jorge]

Send her a follow-up email asking how she'd react if her child came out to them as feline

[tree_]

true, but you can still avoid making enemies

So can she

[Norah]

god bless you, tree

[tree_]

Fuck power drunk authority figures. The unions got my back I will never let this be easy for her

[Norah]

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[tree_]

My wife encourages me to stand up for myself more

[Norah]

so did lady macbeth

[tree_]

People think I’m timid because I’m quiet. I guarantee you she will start being a little kinder when asking me to do something in the future after that email. It was intelligently worded, kind and bold.