Cubicle WAR! part one: My supervisor wants me OUT!

This story happened at the begining of August, shortly after this story. I was switched to a new team by my big boss and now worked with completely different people. Althought my job is now over, I have at least 20 quality stories to write about it.

Remember when I said my old supervisor would just ignore me and never give me anything to do? Here’s the catch: she’s the one who tried to get me fired in my “How I got fired - and rehired - in one day“. Yes, the bitch tried to get my ass fired! I heard from a reliable source that she went to see our big boss and that she is the one who complained about my work - despite not caring about me at all and never giving me anything to do - and tried to get me fired. In others words, she wanted me… OUT!

As you probably guessed, she did not really like having her opinion ignored and she didn’t like me telling the boss how much of an incompetent she was (not that I cared about what she thought anyway). She didn’t like the fact I still worked here despite her complaints.

Before I continue, let me say this: I’m not good in bullshitting. I have a problem hiding my real feelings and acting like everything is fine when it’s not the case. I can’t say something and think the opposite. I hate hypocrisy and bullshitters who talk to you nicely and then talk in your back once you’re gone.

Ironically, since I moved to a new team, I see my supervisor more often. In this particular day, I was supposed to work on a little file with her (Yes, I was now doing the same work as her, incredible). It was basically a hour-long job and we were to do it together. I went to her desk and sat down, without saying a word. Before I continue, let me tell you this: I really, really didn’t like her attempt to get me fired.

HER: Hi Frank, how are you?

ME: Cut the small talk already. It’s not your strength and it’s not mine neither.

She didn’t appreciate too much. I was doing most of the work and she had been watching for a few minutes already when she spoke again:

HER: So, plans for the week-end?

ME: No.

HER: Me? Oh, I’m just going to relax and…

ME: Look. I don’t mean to be rude, but let’s finish this as soon as possible and then move apart, okay?

HER: Okay, okay, alright…

A few more minutes of silence.

HER: Any plan for tonight?

ME: Oh, that’s weird of you to ask that, I was thinking of inviting you to a supper!

HER: Really???

ME: No.

Okay, I was a prick to her, but you have to understand: she made me endure 11 weeks of torture and tried to blame her incompetence on me, to get me fired. I really, really hated that kind of people.

HER: You got a girlfriend?

ME: Yes, my hand.

I swear to god I said this.

HER: Oh my god… You guys are all the same.

ME: Let’s get this finished, I’m halfway done.

HER: No, I don’t have a boyfriend. Been looking lately, but no real success.

ME (low voice): Yeah, I wonder why.

HER: Sorry?

ME: I said: “Weird for a nice-looking girl like you”

HER: Thank you.

Saying one thing, thinking the opposite! Wasn’t as hard as I expected. I’m surprised she believed me. I was very poor at faking sincerity. A few more minutes of silence.

HER: You were right to cut your hair. It looks better like this.

ME: Okay, stop. What are you trying to do exactly?

HER: Nothing! Why?

ME: Look, I know you’re the one who tried to take me out.

HER: What are you talking about?

ME: You’re the one who told the boss that “You didn’t want me here anymore.”

Silence.

HER: Who told you?

ME: The boss, of course.

Silence again.

HER: I… see…

ME: You’ve lost. I’m still here.

HER: Okay. Get out of my bureau.

ME: You mean your cubicle.

HER: Hmm?

ME: This is a cubicle. Not a bureau. So it’s : “Get out of my cubicle.”

HER: Get out.

ME: We have a file to finish, remember?

HER: GET OUT.

I wasn’t there to piss her off, so I did.  As I wondered how the work would be done, I figured it wasn’t my problem. I got my answer rather quickly: she had written only her name on file. She did the remaining five minutes of work and ignored my 55-minutes contribution. She had taken all the credits.

ME: I think you forgot to include my name.

HER: It was your duty to write it when I handed the files to the boss.

ME: You kicked me out your bureau!

HER: My cubicle.

ME: What?

HER: I kicked you out of my cubicle. Not my bureau.

ME: It won’t end like that, I can swear.

HER: Have a good afternoon, Frank.

To be continued.