Boss Called Me Dumb In 1984
I could not resist screaming and yelling at my highest level.
I have never been this out of control.
My husband heard about it at lunch.
And he works in another department
I was shrieking so loudly, and yelling the F word all over the place.
The other stockbrokers looks scared
As if they had never heard or used that word.
I was throwing things into my briefcase as I screeched.
The head of the department did not know that calling me dumb
Is something that I do not tolerate.
Especially since he was getting commissions off my commissions.
This was 1984, and I have never forgotten it.
I have tried to forget my behavior,
but that is something I may never forget.
I do not believe you will ever come back, my husband said.
Bingo.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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