The last time I exploded was about six years ago at work. A cocky new manager who was not my boss overheard me saying sarcastic things to my work friend about a mutually disliked co-worker. I was just blowing off a little steam. The co-worker was not around. The manager's eyes bulged out like a sargeant on a soldier-wanna-be reality TV show, and he circled in on me with a strut, while trite and arrogant manager-bot speech issued forth from his mouth. More sarcasm ensued from me in response. Whereupon he asked me to speak with him in private in his office. Whereupon I unleashed, yelling and refusing to back down, and slammed his office door on the way out.
I spent the week-end anticipating being fired on Monday, and that week-end, I experienced a whole range of emotions beginning with fear and ending with relief. But I ended up being kept on, while the disliked co-worker ended up being transfered to a position at another location. The manager's career took off, with two promotions in six months. But soon his name was mud all over the company, as apparently he could not handle success, I guess. Either that, or he got promoted to the level of his incompetence. He was the only manager who was ever demoted back to being just another employee.
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