day-125

I'm at a loss for words to describe the whirlwind of events that have transpired this month, especially since my return from holiday. On my first day back at work, I completely forgot to clock in, probably because my body was still adjusting back to the work routine.

To add to my woes, my colleague hadn't returned from his hometown yet, leaving me to handle a full day's workload without a partner. It was exhausting to say the least. And then, out of the blue, “this person” sent a photo of CCTV footage to the group chat with the caption, "Don't let the loket be empty." Dude, I was still on my break. It wasn't my turn to man the loket.

An incidents like this really get my nerves on edge. I'm tired and sick of these boring, insensitive comments. I could just shut their mouths and kick their butts to the curb.

A few days later, we had our monthly meeting, a regular occurrence to evaluate our work. I suggested we start the meeting without waiting for everyone, but my boss insisted on waiting until everyone was present. I could already sense his disapproval brewing.

As expected, the meeting's discussion revolved around the loket and the performance of the front office staff. And sure enough, the moment I arrived, he brought up the CCTV incident. He questioned why the loket was empty, even though I had already explained that I was on my break and the substitute (Troll) was at the pantry getting lunch.

In my mind, I couldn't help but think, "Why did you leave the loket? The boss specifically told you to stay even if there were no customers. So, whose fault is it if the counter was empty? Obviously, it's the Troll's fault!"

But based on my boss's words, he was essentially saying that even though my scheduled break was at 12:00 PM, I shouldn't have left the counter without a replacement and taken my break as I pleased. We should have set it aside and coordinated with other staff members. We're a team, not individuals.

Of course, my blood was boiling. I couldn't accept his accusations.

Finally, after he finished speaking, I gathered my courage to speak up and explain myself. I had to provide a reasonable explanation for the incident so he would understand that I wasn't being irresponsible. I emphasized how much responsibility and accountability I held for my work. I wasn't the careless person he seemed to think I was. Well, at least I tried to stand up for myself.

As I spoke, I tried to control my emotions. I didn't want to let them get the better of me and turn into tears or a hoarse shout. Although my voice did waver and tremble like someone holding back tears, it was my genuine effort to keep my emotions from explode.

After my "explanation," his response wasn't what I had hoped for. He basically repeated his earlier statements before I raised my objection. Bullshit.

At least I felt a sense of relief. I didn't care what anyone thought of me. He was talking trash about me, saying things that really bothered me, and I wasn't going to take it. I always gave my all to my work and didn't want to half-ass it, but if that's how others treated me, then I hope they rot in hell.