Mean Girl

As many times as I've thought of seeking revenge, hurting someone, or wanting something bad to happen to them, I've never fully acted upon my plans. Although I do have the courage--and believe me, I have plenty of it--I'd feel horrible after doing wrong. I am a holistic believer in karma. And if I must go into slight detail about that, I'd say it's because I've always believed in God having a plan...a solution for everyone and everything. So, as much as I would want to take vengeful matters into my own hands, I simply don't [always] because things sort themselves out the way they ought to be. This past Friday, I wanted to sock my co-worker's face in. Aside from having defaced property from time to time, I'm really not a violent person. But this guy nearly had me say the things you'd never say in front of your mother.

As soon as I got myself upstairs on Friday morning, I walked into an office of ringing phones. This surprised me because Fridays are usually slow, so I've learned. I got to my desk and did the usual thing: place my purse underneath, turn on the computer with my foot, and stare at the screen until it asked for a password. While I waited, the phones had still been going off nearly every minute but everyone was busy speaking to someone on a different line. I took a look at my phone and noticed the red lights, the ones that indicated which lines were in use, were all lit. And again the phone rang. I peeked over my desk-fence and saw that everyone around me was still holding a phone to their ear. It ringed some more. I hesitated to answer because I had a ton of orders to print that morning. But see, I'm the type of person to be happy to help, when I'm not being lazy. So being the wonderful person that I was at 9am, I decided to multitask my own responsibilities with the tasks of others. I thought, it can't hurt to do both. 

As soon as my co-worker M decided to make his appearance, he straight-up yelled at me in front of everyone for taking phone call orders. "What are you...why are you taking orders?" Leaving me no time to answer he continued, "You're supposed to be pulling the online orders."

In the most demeaning and calm tone I could sound out, I told the Chinese Harry Potter, "I know, M. That's exactly what I was doing. But can't you see that everyone else is busy? I'm just helping them."

"Why? You are MY assistant. That's the whole point of you being here. You do what I say!"

The room grew silent and cold. Deep down I wanted to put him in his place and tell him that's not what the boss said when she hired me. Besides, all you do is boss me around and kick back while I do all the work. I ended up answering respectfully for two reasons: 1. the boss is his aunt. 2. I wouldn't have gotten anywhere by raising my voice as loud as his.