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#i smiled and was cheeful and didnt tell him hes a fuckboy
kidcha ยท 6 years
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Today my Manager was eating alone in the smoko while I was tidying up. I was quiet, head down and not talking, not even acknowledging he was there. I love my Manager okay, Id fucking trade every chiller boy in the world in a heartbeat to keep him around, but??
> how are you, kidcha? You dont look happy
And its just asking politely, you know? So i stop and try to answer and stare at him and frown and open and close my mouth a few times and eventually, uncertainly, settle on--
>> what do you think of harvesting manager?
> how do you mean
A pretty valid question. Its not very specific. I wouldnt want to guess at my meaning, either.
>> how he handles situations
> not the best
>> i agree
But theres no passion or anger. I dont look at him. This validation doesnt make my problems go away or clear my skin and water my crops. I keep cleaning.
> what situation? he asks, after a few seconds
So I tell him. Its just bullshit, you know? But this is twice hes gone and talked shit to the packing shed superviser. Twice hes thrown me under the bus. Twice Ive had to deal with her throwing shade and making snide remarks and being a cunt. Twice, you know? Hes meant to be a manager and he says all the right things to your face, but somehow 'I dont want them to keep touching me please deal with it lowkey' isnt a valid request and hed rather shit talk to His People.
And this is twice Ive thought 'I cant trust him.'
So I told my Manager. He listened. He didnt speak and I didnt look at him. I tried not to get too whiny. And when I shrugged and blatantly changed the subject, he allowed it.
Did you know he cooks for his wife every night and every morning?? His food sounds good too. Goddamn Manager, you are a man of many talents.
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