Kristen (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} den_mother) wrote,@ 2004-06-14 12:55:00 |
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saving one's bullets
I don't get angry, really angry, often. I'm talking less than once every few years. Most people who know me, even my very best friends, have never actually seen me get more than a little mad, the kind where I walk around with an angry look on my face and don't talk much. Even this is pretty rare.
The new theater manager, Todd, got to see me get "really angry" this weekend. The kind of angry where I shake and I scream at a person. It's a really long story about what led up to it, but here's the short version:
We have a fairly new employee here named Zach. He's seventeen, and a lot like I was as a teenager (kind of nerdy, kind of sensitive to criticism and being embarassed). I think he's pretty cool. But several of the other male employees really don't like him, the manager included. They're all constantly looking for things to get onto him about. I think the manager's treatment of him constitutes bullying. Friday night Todd reprimanded Zach in front of everyone else and then acted as though Zack was out of line for being angry about it. The making me angry part came in where Todd decided he was going to fire Zach Saturday evening. He had sent Zach to do a restroom check (while there were customers in the restroom) and then Todd went in immediately afterward to find something Zach had done wrong. Sarah went in, too, and all she saw was a scrap of paper towel on the floor, though Todd swears there were other problems, too. So he decided Zach needed to be fired.
When Todd went into the office to do the write-up and stuff, I went in and closed the door and had it out with him over how rediculous he was being, about how obviously he is singling Zach out for criticism and trying to find things to get onto him about. I yelled a lot. The guy working on the other side of the wall in the box office had to go out into the lobby because we got so loud. In the end, I won. Zach still has his job, and now Todd knows that I am watching out for his treating Zach unfairly, so I think things will get better. And I didn't even have to resort to telling him that if he had fired Zach, I was going to quit on the spot, just on general prinicple. I was not going to be a part of such unfair treatment of someone who totally didn't deserve it.
My mom was talking about this being a case of saving my bullets. Since I don't get angry much, it makes a fairly big impression when I do. I'm pretty sure it's scary. =)
I don't get angry, really angry, often. I'm talking less than once every few years. Most people who know me, even my very best friends, have never actually seen me get more than a little mad, the kind where I walk around with an angry look on my face and don't talk much. Even this is pretty rare.
The new theater manager, Todd, got to see me get "really angry" this weekend. The kind of angry where I shake and I scream at a person. It's a really long story about what led up to it, but here's the short version:
We have a fairly new employee here named Zach. He's seventeen, and a lot like I was as a teenager (kind of nerdy, kind of sensitive to criticism and being embarassed). I think he's pretty cool. But several of the other male employees really don't like him, the manager included. They're all constantly looking for things to get onto him about. I think the manager's treatment of him constitutes bullying. Friday night Todd reprimanded Zach in front of everyone else and then acted as though Zack was out of line for being angry about it. The making me angry part came in where Todd decided he was going to fire Zach Saturday evening. He had sent Zach to do a restroom check (while there were customers in the restroom) and then Todd went in immediately afterward to find something Zach had done wrong. Sarah went in, too, and all she saw was a scrap of paper towel on the floor, though Todd swears there were other problems, too. So he decided Zach needed to be fired.
When Todd went into the office to do the write-up and stuff, I went in and closed the door and had it out with him over how rediculous he was being, about how obviously he is singling Zach out for criticism and trying to find things to get onto him about. I yelled a lot. The guy working on the other side of the wall in the box office had to go out into the lobby because we got so loud. In the end, I won. Zach still has his job, and now Todd knows that I am watching out for his treating Zach unfairly, so I think things will get better. And I didn't even have to resort to telling him that if he had fired Zach, I was going to quit on the spot, just on general prinicple. I was not going to be a part of such unfair treatment of someone who totally didn't deserve it.
My mom was talking about this being a case of saving my bullets. Since I don't get angry much, it makes a fairly big impression when I do. I'm pretty sure it's scary. =)
