I walk ,my eyes cast down, 25 minutes late into the office. I am already exhausted but have vowed to see this day through to the bitter end! As I walk in I notice my red-faced boss hurling the receiver at his laptop, screaming obscenities in French.
08:47
My boss is on fire; he's hurled telephonic abuse at almost everyone in Finance and is evidently working his way through the company contact list at a steady pace.
(for fear of being assaulted in a language I do not understand) I make a mental note to stay well out of the lunatic’s raging war path
09:00
Innocently, I send out an email querying some irregularities in the calculation and pricing of end quantities to my site QS... sadly CC'ing my boss in on it.
09:01
A heated war of words breaks out between myself, my boss and our site QS. Minutes later a few "head of's" and directors are CC'd in on the chaos. I shift around uncomfortably in my chair...someone is bound to get fired!
However it soon becomes clear that the fight has little to do with me so I resign myself to silence and enjoy my ring-side view of the project's mounting internal unrest
10:15
In a spectacular display of superiority and total abuse of power my boss tears up some important looking documents and declares Wes the worst QS he has ever met in his life and glares at me in disgust. I down my coffee in two gulps...
10:43
I receive a sincere apology from Wes the site QS via email, I forgive him instantly and we jabber on about my boss in Afrikaans - with him CC'd in.
16:00
It's now late in the afternoon and Steph's mood has all but worsened. He's been trying to make travel plans (he's taking leave soon) with someone in HR but it seems as though his passport has expired.
Steph makes an urgent call to Home Affairs and beggins the trecherous business of holding on the line every five minutes
16:42
....he screams into the receiver and makes incoherent threats and promises to an employee of state who cuts the line on him
The trip to France has been postponed until further notice.
…. a passport is seen flying out a window on the second floor
16:50
Steph goes down to the HR
16:55
...loud banging is heard from the first floor
....someone screams
I pack my bag and head strait for the exit.
17:45
...the end to yet another day!
I kick my shoes off ...I am home
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