What Hostility Should be Allowable?
I can answer that question with one word. NONE. Sometimes it just isn’t worth it to get out of bed in the morning, especially when intuition screams at you to stay put. Unfortunately, there is little most of us can do about it. We have to eat and pay bills and in order to do that, we have to be paid, and you can only be paid by going to work. Sometimes, being empathic makes life Hell. Today was one of those days…
I really enjoy going into work early in the morning. I get so much accomplished, returning emails, preparing for return calls so that they go smoothly and efficiently, preparing mail that has to go out, since the mail person has come and gone before noon. It also gives me the chance to do my work in peace and quiet. Perhaps you know how much work you can get done when there are no interruptions to hinder it. Today began like that, but something just felt off when I saw the overnight delivery from FedEx on my desk. I opened it and knew that if the boss came in, there would be Hell to pay…
I set the offensive missive aside and just dug into my tasks. The boss called and said he wanted me to bundle the mail and put it in the mailbox. That typically means he will not be coming upstairs. Unfortunately, that offensive piece of mail was like the straw that broke the camel’s back. He has always used offensive language, the F bomb, more than most, but today was 100% worse than usual. I don’t know why he has to rant and rave in my office space. He should have gone into his own office. As much as I try to ignore it, I’m an empath and the pure violence from the tone used with such obscenity is enough to make me physically ill. He even acted like he was going to tear the door from the frame. By the time it was over, I just wanted to come home…
I know that this is viewed by the law as abuse in the work place. If I could have left and never went back, I would have. No one should have to put up with that, at work, at home or anywhere else. Hostility is never a good thing.
Writing is my dream. From romance to dragons; fairies to fantasy worlds, this is where I live and play. Thanks be to God! – Lisa Hannah Wells
