Shit, I think I got caught saying shit at work.
It was the end of the day and I wanted to move some boxes to a different room because I didn't have any more room where I usually put the boxes. I think I may have wrenched my neck pulling up the two I wanted to walk over to this room. But it was locked. I didn't think it would be locked so early in the afternoon, but it was, and therefore I would have to walk with these two heavy boxes all the way back to where I work.
When the handle wouldn't move, I uttered to myself, twice, "Shit." I didn't think I was loud, but it was more than a whisper, which would be the level of sound I would emit when I curse in frustration. And then I look back down the hallway because, well, I don't know, I'm human ... and I saw three women in cubicles quickly look away from me. Was I loud enough for them to hear me swear? Oh, shit -- well, maybe I shouldn't say that, but, you know.
Now I'm scared I'm going to get called in to human resources, or, worse, I'll be fired for "misconduct." And that's another thing I hate about work; I have to behave myself. I don't want to behave myself. If I feel like swearing, I want to swear! It won't be loud, and I won't be abusive about it, but I was hauling boxes a long way and now I had to haul them back. Hope they understand.
Seriously, I think I'm in real trouble for this. I might not have a job Monday.
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