Ranticism

Not when abused

Patience is virtue, understanding is compassion: not when it is abused.

Going out to the social world offers many things: new friends, new experiences, better opportunities and better life but it also offers the negative ones. Being part of the working force is sure to give you all, especially the negative experiences, bad co-workers and odd circumstances. Trully that in these situations, your patience and understanding will be tested.

To be a manager is to have authority with the partner of huge patience and understanding to your workers. Not all times do you have to rule with an iron fist, but must also exercise compassion. I had experience in these, recently when I had a worker who is older than me (30-ish older). To say that my patience and understanding were put to the test... was putting it mildly. Often times he would ignore my commands or requests to do his job, he sees me as a maid— he expects me to cook and clean for him— and not as a manager who is someone above him, he does things as he pleases rendering my system in a fucked up state. He does things that are not aligned with what I want to happen, he doesn't even do his job right.

However, I tried to be as patient as I could, all for the sake of his 10 year old child. It would be a waste if his child were to suffer because of him loosing his job. It would be in my conscience too. Time and time I tried to compromise and lengthen my patience and understanding, trying to find a middle ground and make things as calm and okay as possible. I tried my best to come up of a win-win situation. But all was for naught.

I recognize that these things— his look on me and how he treats me and his child (he curses the child and even strikes him for no reason)— was anything but normal. And after consulting outside perspective, it was clear then that he needs to go. He needs to be fired. Even if I pity the child, his father needs to go as he is a liability rather than an asset.

On the day of, and even before that, I offered to take in the child so as he can continue his studies as I am capable of sending him to school, but the old man was too prideful to consider my offer. In the end, the child went with him even though the child voices out his want to stay with me.

As much as I can be patient and understanding, I am not when abused.

I hope that child is doing well. I hope the old man learns to taje his pride down for the sake of his kid, I hope he changes for the better. All I can do right now is hope.

But never again will be abused.