Ozzy Day 37 Shitty Boss

“How many times do I have to tell you!” My boss spat at me.

This guy is an idiot. He's also my boss, so unfortunately I can't do anything about it.

“Jesus Christ! How long have you worked here?”

I don't even know what to say, a serious answer will upset him more.. If I don't answer, he gets mad. If I try to come up with an excuse, he will get mad. I guess I'll just go with my usual.

“Okay.”

“Okay? Is there anything going on in that brain of yours?”

I guess I'll have to say something today.

“Halley told me to wait in the bar when he went to check the back.”

“Ohh he did huh?”

“Yeah.”

“And you think it's okay to just leave the door open like that?”

I do honestly yeah, there is literally nothing that could go wrong. But if my boss was only ever upset when I caused actual issues, we wouldn't be here.

“Guess I forgot.”

“Yeah, you forget a lot. Why do we keep having these issues?”

Because your alcoholic bar owner enjoys power tripping. Lack of communication skills. Not being able to understand what matters at work because you never work yourself. I’m just not going to respond.

“Nothing? Got nothing to say?”

“Not really.”

“You know most people would say sorry in this situation.”

He paused while waiting for a response. I’m not going to say sorry for doing nothing wrong. I don’t really care at this point. It's just another unskippable cutscene.

“Ohh so you're not most people are you?”

I still didn’t respond.

“Fucking hell!” He exclaimed while throwing his hands in the air.

He stormed back into the restaurant like a middle-aged lady who got the wrong coffee order.

I followed after him, I was only one step in when he turned around and boxed me out of the store. 

“You're not coming in. You stay out here and fix this mess.”

He stomped back to the bar while cursing to himself. I looked back at the kegs of beer that were ready to move into the bar. The trolley is inside, I can't move these by hand. I texted my manager.

‘Halley, can you bring out the trolley boss man said I'm not allowed to come inside.’

I took a seat on the edge of the keg. It was a warm summer night. The sounds of insects outside was relaxing. Unlike my boss, I smiled to myself. I don't know how he always gets so worked up over nothing. A minute passed by and My boss came back outside with the trolley.

“Ohh great so now your doing fucking nothing!”

Is he being serious right now?

“Real way to use your head mate.”

Ohh he is serious, I might have overestimated his intelligence. He left the trolley while cursing me and grumbling about something or the other.

“That's it, you're done.”

I looked at him quizzically.

“What time is it?” He said as he checked his watch.

“One thirty AM. Sign off now.”

Nice, I don't have to close the place down. He was frothing at the mouth like an angry chihuahua. I walked casually to the roster. He followed, floating behind me like a vengeful spirit. I got the pen, and before I could mark when I was leaving, he said.

“One thirty sign off.”

“Yeah, I heard you.”

“Ohh so now you hear me!”

What a fucking loser. I got my bag and stopped at the bar to refill my water bottle.

“Hurry up go!” He demanded.

“I'm just getting water.”

“I don't care, leave!”

Is he really this petty? Whatever. I stopped filling my bottle and left. 

“Thanks for all your hard work!” He said anyway but thankful. Then slammed the door behind me.

Well, guess I got to look for a new job again.