I am a very quiet person. I have dealt with the weirdest kind of people. I put up with a lot. I usually internalize my feelings. I have been working for a monkey. Actually, that's unfair to the monkey. After all, some monkeys have been to space, sacrificed their lives for humanity (well, no choice there but still). For the past 9-10 months, I woke up dreading the day ahead of me, dealing with people who hardly understand what they are doing, and with a monkey for a manager, it gets worse. I ride the bus for at least hour and half, each way. I get to this miserable place and I look for the time I get to leave. The monkey, excuse me, I meant the manager, although not much difference from a monkey, does not understand his job, does not know anything. I am not sure what kind of education he had to get to that position but my guess is none. One of those who worked through people and counting on what shall not mentioned here to get to where he is. I have been around him for almost a year, I doubt he has more than a high school and considering his age, a slime slug for more or less 30 years to get to where he is at.
Month after month, I keep giving myself due dates to quit this miserable place till today. The story is very long. The most important part of the story is that I never expressed my point of view of anything out loud before. I take the slabs and move on, that is till today. I have been fantasizing for like a year about what I will tell this demented monkey on my last day at this ill-fated company. Today, in the middle of everything I stood up while his HR director online and I told him what no one before me ever told him.
For all the good girls out there, do not worry, I kept it so clean. The HR director went completely silent, for a second I thought she left. Then I realized that I could still hear her breathing on the machine. I guess she was shocked. As for the monkey, I never thought I can see a monkey sweating that much!