I
used to. After all, she comes across as warm, bubbly and personable. But
underneath that candy floss sweet exterior I found something more akin to a
rusty old nut: hard, stubborn and flaky. Yes, that’s it; I reckon she’s a candy
floss covered rusty old nut. Lovely!
It
was The Minimum Wage Episode a couple of years ago that really started the
scales falling from my eyes…..
I discovered, during the December, that the minimum wage had gone up the previous October. I debated how to approach TBE, and decided that a light and humorous approach would be just the thing to prevent myself sounding like a bitter, accusatory old cow, and TBE from reacting like a wounded bear (I.e. scary and wanting to rip my face off).
I
texted TBE (text, always by text), gently telling her about the new legal
minimum wage, (I was under the misapprehension at this point that she can’t
have known about it, otherwise she would have told me, wouldn’t she?....). I
kept the tone light; I added a joke that I wouldn’t ask for back pay (even
though I had every right to do so – which I didn’t say, obvs; far too
inflammatory). I even included a playful exclamation mark to show just how
relaxed and easy-going I was about the whole thing, and not uptight at all!
(Big fat lie. I was definitely uptight).
Anyway,
it seemed my light-hearted and humorous touch wasn’t quite the persuasive
success I’d envisaged. I got an avalanche of texts in response, and the tone,
far from being friendly and apologetic, which was what I was expecting, was
aggressive and defensive instead. Oh dear. Tactical fail there then…..
•Yes,
she knew all about the minimum wage two months previously.
Really? Gee, thanks for that!
•“Adjustments”
were dependent on how the business was doing.
‘Adjustments’?! Umm, OK. But anyway,
are they? I thought they were according to the law…
•She
gave me a cash bonus the previous Christmas.
Umm, yes, and….? I’ve sort of spent
that by now….
•The
wages were to remain unchanged until the end of the year.
In other words: ‘Down, you uppity
Shop Girl! Down!’
There
was a potential sweetener, a pacifier sentence in amongst the rest of the
avalanche, but even that was a bit, well, pointed:
“It
has always been my intention to review wages at the start of each year. You
never know, it may have been my intention to pay you more.”
Or,
as I read it: ‘How dare you think badly of sweet ol’ me? It’s you who are at
fault for not knowing the good intentions secretly swimming around my lovely
brain. Ah, but you’ve spoilt it all now, you’ve jeopardised the Big Money, and
you’ve only got yourself to blame. I am simply being the lovey, bubbly,
wonderful person everyone knows I am. You, on the other hand, are being
absolutely beastly!
(Me?
Reading too much into this? Getting carried away? Never…..)
I
did get my raise at the beginning of the year, but I got a lot more than that.
I got my first teeny weeny glimpse of what my fun-loving, bubbly, gregarious
boss is really made of. And it’s definitely more snips and snails than sugar and
spice......
What
are Little Boys Made Of?
What
are little boys made of?
Snips
and snails and puppy dogs’ tails.
That’s
what little boys are made of.
What
are little girls made of?
Sugar
and spice
And
all things nice.
That’s
what little girls are made of.
Opie,
P. and Opie, I. (1997). The Oxford Dictionary of Nursery Rhymes (2nd
Ed). Oxford: Oxford University Press. Pp100-101.
*Dickens, C. (1837-8). Oliver Twist (reprinted 2007). London: Vintage Books. pp 12.
I do love reading about the stealth-psycho that is TBE. I have some similar stories regarding XXX, so empathise with every word. I will probably never blog about it but I do you have a lovely sign hanging in my office saying " be careful - or you might end up in my novel ". One day...
ReplyDeleteHaha indeed. And the stories could go on forever....
ReplyDeleteYour boss sounds delightful! :)
ReplyDeleteShe is definitely a one-off!
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