Jamaican Storytelling: Excerpt from Corporate Psychopaths, Moving On by Denise N. Fyffe

Jamaican Workplace: Horrible boss syndrome - I demand to be acknowledged

Life has corners that you cannot see around.

Francine received the news that her world may be changing sooner, rather than later. She felt like her world was always in flux, and not in a good way, but this time should be different. No matter, just like all those times before, she would fasten her seat belt and ensure she was at least safe on her new journey.

Her mind was consumed and she felt trepidation, anxiety and excitement. She was ready but yet ill-prepared for what the future held. Leaving what is familiar and safe is not something one does every day, but if that is the course and destiny, it is better not to fight against. Mind you, she was referring to her home and the job. It was pure hell these last couple of months.

She was unhappy, frustrated and demotivated.

This, she thinks was their aim all along. Frustrate her until she wanted to leave this Jamaican workplace. The situation was making her murderous and instead of following the likely path to the Bellevue Hospital in East Kingston, she did some research which gave her a greater understanding of the tactics being implemented by her boss. Employers were egotistical and thought that they were gods, but this was far from the truth. They are human beings. Faulty, earthly, immoral creatures who because of this sense of false power, were no better than the slave owners of yesteryear.

There was no hope for job satisfactoriness or satisfaction and her boss has been silent for over a month and All HR offered were excuses for every bad behaviour!

Francine grew weary of her colleagues asking her questions about the woman;s unprofessional behavior.

“What is going on?”
“Doesn’t your boss speak to you?”
“How do you cope?”
“No sah, dis is di heights of unprofessionalism! Me couldn’t deal wid dis”

No communication, no work. So, she simply came in every day, sit and look pretty.

Moving to a new city, a new job, Francine was certain she would surely miss her friends, even though she was been a relative loner for most of her life. But the few friends Francine claimed, she would miss them. This was a unique opportunity and she had nothing to lose, but a lot to gain.

She prayed though that the Father would be a light at her feet and lead her through and beyond.

 

Copyright © 2015 · All Rights Reserved · Denise N. Fyffe

She has published several books of poetry including:

  1. Jamaican Honey and Sauce
  2. Jamaican Pebbles
  3. Jamaican Pebbles: Poetry Pocketbook
  4. Love Under The Caribbean Stars
  5. Sensuous One
  6. The Island Journal: Jamaica’s Golden Year
  7. Honey to my Sauce
  8. The Expert Teacher’s Guide on How to Motivate Students
  9. Messages to the Deaf
  10. Be Lifted Up
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