That Didn't Last Long
October 29th, 2018
Over the last month, I have been making use of the black light room at work on my last break of the day. It's been nice and quiet for one thing, and it's been nice and dark for another. I didn't have to listen to tea party turds or maga heads or whatever else you want to call proto-fascists these days, for at least one of my brief moments of respite from the inanity of my job.
However, this all ended last Friday. You see, either someone here has it out for me at work, or my boss does. Every single time I had to utilize the black light room for my job, she was all up in my business about it, and when she followed me from my desk to the room when it was time for break, she melted down on me about how I'm not supposed to be taking my breaks in there.
Which is inexplicable. After all, she was the one who told me to take my breaks on my old bench if I didn't want to listen to the bigoted rants the turds I work with regularly vomit out in the break room - bigoted rants she refuses to do anything about, I might add. So, since both are production areas, I'm not sure why one is okay to take a break in, while the other is not.
Unless the idea is to be able to more easily keep an eye on me.
But, you know, whatever.