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Saturday, January 14, 2017

Revenge of the Nerd



So the job finished yesterday, and it went out with a bang.  I just wanted to let you know that I got ravings from my employers, even my voc rehab worker is impressed, they told her I was an excellent worker.  Isn't that amazing?  You know I never questioned it.  I think I oughta tell her that I'm not surprised that a person with anxiety would get told that about them.  When I think about it, it is the caring, its the drive, and its the purpose, that causes anxiety afterall.  I once told her that I would love to meet the rest of her clients with anxiety, but she told me that I can't, its confidential, but it would be great to meet "my people."

We love, we care, and when we don't, its only because extreme anxiety trips us up.  I get stuck up against a wall sometimes, barely able to breathe, and its funny, that it's only because I care that I can't even look like I care, if that makes any sense.  Anxiety is deceitful, it changes the way people look at us, we look stupid, but all it is, is that we care so much that our abilities to be caring is beyond us.

So I would like to tell you what happened yesterday.  I was not looking for revenge on the particular people that I worked with.  This sort of fell into my hands, and in a way, justice was done.  But I payed the price, my gosh am I sore today.  Even my fingers are aching, but I have to type this out, while its still fresh in my brain.  Sort of exciting, funny, well you'll get it.

So hubby and I are both home today.  He has relinquished the woodstove to my keeping, and I'm so sore, its funny.  He took care of it for me last night, letting me go to bed early, but he wanted to sleep in, to get over his nightshift.  Plus its been so cold, and the fire is hard to keep going.  I'm taking my time, but as always the woodstove is mine to keep.  I keep the homefires burning and we like it that way.  I'll still be able to have a nap later in the afternoon.  I'm so excited, for when Monday morning comes, I won't be able to see the results of the "plan of attack" I did on Friday, it will no doubt go down as the revenge of the nerd.

So here is what happened yesterday.  I worked very hard.  Harder than I ever worked there to roll out the racks.  I was keeping in time, I was doing it well.

First of all, I have to introduce one character into the story.  Her name is Iris.  Not her real name, I wish I could use real names, I risk losing the point of the story, when I have to change the names, for my brain loses track, but oh well, its close to her real name, and I don't like Iris' I think its a weird looking flower.  So its perfect for this story, let's call her Iris.

Well, Iris has never been a person I could talk to, although we worked closely together.  I noticed right off how she liked to boss me around, tell me what to do.  In the beginning I thought this was only because they don't train us well on this job and she was only helping, but I soon came to the conclusion that she had more of a predatory nature.  She would giggle at me, when it looked like I was nervous, she would go and tell the boss that I was not following protocol or when I placed the racks in the way of customers.  I was only trying to find a more efficient way to do the job, and like I said they never trained us, so I was trying to come up with ideas on my own.  Sometimes it failed badly, but, oh well, I was trying.

But Iris would always report me.  Now its funny, because well, this might look helpful, and good intentioned, and I thought so too, way back in the beginning, but other events proved that she had no good intentions towards me.  She didn't.  In fact, she was only a misfit too, rolling out the racks, but only working part time.  So the job was not that terrible for her, she only worked for a couple of hours a day.  Rolling out the racks that is.

But she was a misfit, and I couldn't tell how long she had been there, but she told me it was for a long time, on a part time basis.  And lots of workers got to do several different tasks, even the newbies. They just started a new employee this week, and she is doing several tasks.  In our line up of clothes, it looks like a World War II factory, there are some people pricing, some are doing the tagging, some are making the racks, some of us are rolling the racks onto the floor.

So several of the people bounce around doing all these tasks.  Some of us are only doing the racks, the most hated thing there.  And Iris is a roller, just like I am.  So several newbies got to do the different tasks, and we who only did the rolling hated this.  Not that we said anything about it, but I'm sure this hurts the others as it does me.  I mean, how could it not?

And shortages of workers don't matter either.  We had three people doing the flipping between tasks, now we only have two, but it didn't matter.  It doesn't matter, if you roll a rack, you roll a rack "get over it".

So one day I was asked to bounce between tasks.  It was quite a few weeks ago, and I didn't think much of it.  The supervisor ordered it.  So the people in the line had to put up with me.  They did, and it was funny, and for what I had learned from reading the blogs, I just continued without feeling horrible about it.  So I just continued.

But when Iris showed up at work later that afternoon, she would have none of it.  She started bouncing between tasks, not ordered by the supervisor, but on her own accord.  And no one was rolling the racks, she noticed, so she ordered me to roll the racks.  At the time, I didn't know what to do.  I was doing what my supervisor told me, and there was no other direction given.  I guess it was assumed she would be rolling the racks, and this scene was not to occur.

I didn't want to deal with it.  I could hear "old smirky" say something, then I just went out of line, and rolled the racks.  Old smirky was the one who pushed me to do only the racks I shared with you a while back.  I didn't want any of it.  I had preferred to be out in the store with the customers anyway, I had enough of this exchange, and as long as all the jobs were getting done, the supervisors didn't care. Perhaps my leaving the line was an ACON behaviour, but in a way, my anxiety got triggered over it, and I knew to leave.  When my anxiety is out of control, I say and do weird things.

So, I guess, Iris thought she got the best of me.  She won.  For now.  I had several weeks of her bossing me after that, and I couldn't quite understand why she thought it ok to do this to me and not to the other people that worked there.  Only me.  Maybe they fought back with her and won, I can't tell, but I do know one thing.  Iris thought she had higher status than me.  Although Iris was a misfit herself, she had decided to play the game.  She wanted in, and there was no stopping her, even if it meant hurting me.  I would feel better about Iris if she fought back at everyone who started there, but I get the feeling she believed that people went into status or hierarchy, and she felt herself better than me.  It was only me she would attack.

It seems strange, for the one who created us, God, never does that.  We are all equal, that is just the way it is.  It is only people who do the hierarchy, and it stinks.  But since God created equality, and he really is the one in charge I think I will go along with Him.  He created everyone, and He has still not left His throne.  I would rather do what He says.

So I do have a bit of a moral issue with what I did on my last day.  But I tell you, it fell into my hands, but modern day Christianity would tell me to not do that.  I think Charles Ingalls would do that, and often I would see that in the tv show.

One thing I forgot to mention about Iris is that she would pout right in front of me, stomp her feet at me, when I didn't do as I was told.  I think I remember seeing this one other time, when I was in school and the other kids who were misfits would try to get the better of me.  And that was in grade school.  Regular narcs at the top of the social ladder of hierarchy don't act that way.  Only the ones screaming and kicking to climb the ladder.  So they would show their power over me that way.  I always hated it, and I'm proud to say, that I never participated in it.  I actually preferred peace over war.  Maybe that's an ACON trait, but its a good trait, I think.  I liked to be next to misfits, as then I knew I had some company, and that I wasn't alone, but most of the time they would throw me to the rails to protect the head narc.

So, getting back to what happened yesterday, my last day, I hoped I built up the backstory.  Its funny how I didn't see this coming or I would have wrote about it sooner.

I rolled the racks like crazy yesterday.  I am sore today.  But the rest of the people were happy, and they now think they have me in line, doing what they don't want to do, although I saw Iris rolling the racks too.  So we rolled the racks together, and didn't speak to one another at all.  I kept myself super busy doing so.

Now, no one, except for a couple of people of my choosing, not the ones in the clothes line, but others who work in the store, who I feel have no bad intentions, know's I've quit.  Iris doesn't know, neither does anyone is line.  I could tell by their demeanor how they feel they have put me in my place, and won.  They even told the supervisor that I would be rolling the racks only, and the supervisor was instructed by me, not to tell anyone I've quit.  I've asked her to keep my confidentiality, for I don't want to talk about it with anyone, and she complied to my wishes.

So now everyone thinks they have me in my place.  And even Iris would get to do different tasks, but me will be only doing the racks.  When three o'clock rolled around, I went quietly over to the supervisor and asked her permission to leave a bit early for I had to clean out my locker, she said "ok".  Now as I was leaving, Iris stopped me.  She asked, "Are you leaving NOW?"  All the while she was pouting and stomping her feet and using a very aggressive tone of voice.

I said, "Yes, why?"

She said, "We still have racks to do."

I said, "Yes, you do."  Then I just turned and walked away and proceeded to clean up my locker.  Iris never said a word to me.  But because I have so much experience in these kinds of things, I'm sure what is going on in her head.  She is seething and probably will be seething inside for the whole weekend, and she is planning an attack on me for Monday morning.  Isn't that great?

10 comments:

  1. Brilliant exit! Applause! :)

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  2. We usually don't come off to people the way we think we do. I had some court ordered counseling I had to attend and we spent most of out time in a circle going around the circle and speaking. I cut some tendons in my hand and came to the session on pain medication and the closer they got to me the more I started panicking. After we were done for the day I talked to the leader of the group to offer an explanation about me being on the verge of freaking out and she had no idea what I was talking about. In my mind you could have seen it from the google satellite. But they never noticed.

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    1. Yep, that happens. For once I wasn't nervous, Friday I had a good day, for obvious reasons. I hope your hand healed, and glad your panicking wasn't noticed.

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  3. Iris did cross a lot of boundaries with me. I could see her be really kind to the people at the top of the social ladder, and she was capable of being super respectful of them. She saw me come out the supervisor's office at the end and proceeded to order me to roll racks. Now, after seeing me come out of the supervisor's office and saying that? I would say she was a borderline personality disorder, and a status seeking little freak. She was not a boss, she was a part time worker. She was way over the top in her abuses of me. This crossed the line of being a normal person. I could say she was rather engulfing of me, ordering me around. She was not the boss. And I never knew her before this job. These are the facts.

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  4. That's great that the supervisors appreciated you and your work! And I think you handled Iris perfectly. It wasn't unkind, just factual. Because the only person she should be bossing around is herself!

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    1. Thanks. I didn't burn any bridges here. I too think I handled Iris perfectly. I didn't have it in for Iris. I think she may be one of those types of people who falls into her own devices and never learns from them.

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  5. Reading this account again this morning and seeing it in green and black, has raised a few questions in my mind.

    Why would Iris even care about me leaving, and I could have had an appointment to get to or something, why was it any of her business, and why did she care so much about me doing those racks? Let's hope and pray she does not have or will ever have children.

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    1. Iris sounds like one of those people who feel really really compelled to find someone to lord it over, because it makes them feel good about themselves - gosh that sounds familiar as an ACON :) - although she didn't seem like an actual narcissist - just kind of like a bossy weird person. It almost seems like there's something not quite right with Iris, because if she were aware, she would have realized you were a very competent person, and that it wasn't appropriate for her to try to boss you around. I think she was panicked that you were leaving because she felt terrified not to have someone she could try to boss. I agree, please Iris, never ever ever have children. We all know how that will go. Badly. Hope you are enjoying your freedom from her!

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    2. I remember in the beginning I was trying to have conversations with Iris, and they were always a oneupmanship. So later, as I tried to just be tolerant as a working relationship, well, even that became impossible. This became a game.

      And it does sound familiar as an ACON, and it reminds me of a situation as a lab partner in school, well he was a misfit too, and we became partners for that very reason, and he proceeded to blame me for everything that we struggled with during the work that we did, and he had tantrums, which he seemed to overlook, because he was trying to get a date with me at the same time.

      They are strange! No kidding. And I know for a fact that that guy did not graduate, and I think it was because he was not able to form an existence on his own, and take responsibility. In a way, I hate these types more than narcs, for I can escape a narc. And your right, without me, she would have no one at all to boss. I am enjoying my freedom now, thanks, anonymous.

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