She is livid.
I can feel the tension radiating through my desk and to my body from her office like fire in the California hills, near the million dollar homes, in gated communities. But I was in no gated community, I was looking out from under ‘the hem of his garments’.
“Playing lick and run like likkle Jamaican picknie afta dem lef school.”
As for her, the wildfire, she was beginning to build and when it comes close to me, I am going to be the ‘Perfect Storm‘. I am going to dowse those flames with torrents of rain; as is my ‘human right’ to do.
My time of playing nice was over. I had maintained my cool with her, maintained the professional demeanor; but, that was all ‘high maintenance’. Now, I was still going to be professional but I was not going to suffer the targeted harassment anymore.
She saw the report I sent. This I could tell with every slamming draw as she searched for letter sized paper to print my epistle of a report. In and out she went, as she printed page after page. Funny enough, I did the same thing the day I had enough. But I, unlike her, was making myself familiar with labor laws and grievance procedures.
One day, I am sure, she will see that she has been immortalized through the stories of MY suffering from the workplace harassment and vindictive behavior. Many people ask me to write about them; I am a writer, she seems to forget and one with a long memory.
To cope. I had to start writing about the constant abuse, which I suffered.
Last Sunday I was so stressed, my brain filed through most of the incidents over the last two years and I wrote like Jesus was telling me His life story. My list of incidents was about three page long and had every sigh, grunt, hiss teeth, tears and murderous thought; hidden between the lines.
Psychologically, emotionally, physically, mentally…prison ally!! I knew, I reached my cliff.
I could not take it anymore. I knew I was going to bend, emotionally and I also knew that it would take divine intervention to stop me from going to prison, if I lost my temper around her. It’s good to know yourself and your weaknesses, so you can ask for HELP.
Back to her…
I was told, when I left the office, she was fuming, claiming they were all lies.
One good thing came out of it, The meetings stopped. I was told that she said, “I shall have no more meetings, if anybody wants me…or anything, they can come to my office.” I am paraphrasing of course.
I smiled. I laughed and I thought, how foolish. How can one be a manager, if you never have meetings with your staff? This shows guilt!
If you were innocent and what you did in the meetings innocent and morally correct, why would you then want to stop having meetings? But, at least now the bad behavior will cease and now I don’t have to sit in a closed room while all the things that are bad with my work are hammered into my cranium.
Remember, if all you hear is bad, all you do will become bad. But if encouragement and recommendation is given, especially when it is due, an employee will thrive from it. Under her, I am quarter the employee I used to be. My brilliance has traded itself in for the lackluster….but a change is coming.
Many people suffer in silence; ridden by stress and abuse. Workplace harassment is a reality. It is abuse just like physical abuse! We should not tolerate it just because someone is paying us every month. I encourage you to rise up and protect yourselves. Report it and stop this immoral occurrence in the workplace.
She has published several books of poetry including ‘Jamaican Honey and Sauce’, Jamaican Pebbles, Love under the Caribbean Stars and Jamaican Pebbles: Poetry Pocketbook.
Copyright © 2016, Denise N. Fyffe