It seems I never have time to keep up on my blog reading anymore. I mostly follow business blogs, but I also have my recreational blogs that I simply can’t live without.
So I was catching up on one of my faves, GoFugYourself, and one of their posts reminded me of an episode from my days working for corporate.
One year, during a three-year period when our company went through a merger with a sister company, the manager I worked for went on vacation. That left the manager from the sister company, who had recently moved down to our building from Seattle with her department, in charge.
She and I did NOT get along. Mainly because she and just about every other woman in her department apparently thought it was good idea to dump whole bottles of perfume over themselves before coming to work each day.
Seriously, it was a total culture clash.
Our company was very environmentally conscious and sensitive to the health issues of its employees. We had several employees with environment-related allergies and illnesses, and I myself was desperately allergic to perfume. To this day, it gives me incapacitating migraines.
So prior to the merger, we had many people-friendly health policies such as encouraging folks not to wear perfumes and colognes to work.
Well, that manager and her department didn’t feel the need to comply and it was a constant problem. At one point, I had to ask not to come around my office if she was wearing perfume (which was every day), and after having to raise hell about it, we arrived at an uneasy truce. She stayed out of my way and I stayed out of hers.
So, when my boss went on vacation, this woman decided it would be a wonderful opportunity to abuse her authority. She began by insisting that I wear nylons to work.
Now, mind you, our department did not work with the public and our dress code had been business casual for years. Although the company manual hadn’t been updated, nylons were never enforced. I hated wearing nylons and almost no one else wore them at the office either. I was usually tan anyway, so you couldn’t even tell.
Anyway, after days of being harangued by her, she insisted on exerting her “bossness” over me. So I complied. I sure did. I came to work the next day wearing the sheerest pair of nylons I could find.
That morning, she came over to see if her will had been obeyed. She literally came charging into my office and BENT DOWN to examine my legs to see if I had nylons on, and accused me of insubordination when she wasn’t satisfied!!!
I couldn’t believe it! The gall!
So I bent down and plucked at the nylons and showed her that I had them on. I was in compliance and there wasn’t a damn thing she could do about it.
At that point I was furious and I soooo did not care what happened.
I stood up and “towered” over her (I’m only 5’4″, but she was only about 5″) and told her, Look it, I’m not some piece of cattle from your herd you can just come over and poke and prod and inspect. I don’t give a crap what happens. I’ve had it with you. I don’t report to you, and if you got a problem with me, you can take it up with MY boss when she returns. Until then, you leave me the hell alone or I will come in to work tomorrow with loudest, gaudiest Mickey Mouse-themed tights I can find.”
Her jaw literally dropped. I was actually pretty stunned I had let loose on her as well. But I really had absolutely had it. And when that happens, hell be damned. She didn’t bother me the rest of her tenure.
The funny thing is, later that year, she stopped wearing perfume, started showing me and everyone else a little human respect, and eventually asked me to do her resume (for which I charged her $200).
Ah, the sweet, pleasant memories of the corporate world. NOT! LOL