Not Just Another Day At The Office Poem by Mike Smith

Not Just Another Day At The Office

Rating: 2.8


We've been butting heads lately
Guess something like this was bound to happen eventually
All over a routine mistake
Hell it happens to all of us
Cut a piece an inch short
He acts like its the end of the damn world
Throws it to the ground from 20 feet in the air
Just about hit me with it
Then made a comment I... didn't much care for
To put it lightly
... To be honest it wasn't all about that comment or the disgusted gesture
This has been building up
But that straw
The final one
The camelback breaking little tidbit
Somehow that set me off
That doesn't happen often
Actually that almost never happens
I started giving him a piece of mind
Not very politely mind you
And not in a tone that had any air of mediation
I hate to say it but it was more of an attack
Everything I said was true
And he knows it was true
And that's why he disputed it so vehemently
After a few barks back and forth I finally decided that he was either going to change his attitude and relax, or one of us was gonna go home
I couldn't stand him anymore
... And all this before 8: 30 in the morning
He started climbing down as we continued hollering back and forth
He left in a fury
Knowing him, he still hasn't calmed down
... I can understand someone being just sort of an angry person
Takes different strokes and all
But the last few days together it's like the anger is growing by the minute
You wanna be miserable?
Fine. To each their own
But down drag the rest of us down in your little distempered pit with you

It's been awhile since I spoke to a person in that way
Both of us filled with ire
I didn't enjoy it
He's a friend of mine even if we do often stand on opposite ends of things
... Told the boss he was quitting
Said he doesn't need this s#*!
He'll be back though I think
He wouldn't know what else to do otherwise

It's too bad it had to happen that way
But there is a line
And he'd flirted with it long enough
At a certain point there are things that can't go on ignored
Can't be looked over or taken gracefully
I'd like to think myself pretty level headed especially in regard to personal relationships
And the co-worker I'm speaking of
He knows that about me
He's seen me brush off things that would infuriate others
...maybe
Hopefully
It took me blowing up in his face
For him to see that it's time to make some changes in the way he copes with his frustrations
Otherwise
I fear this is nearly certain to take place again
And maybe not with such a peaceful ending
This time it was words
But for heavens sake....
We were both wearing hammers on our belts

Tuesday, June 14, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: anger,conflict,friendship,regret
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Piece kind of speaks for itself... But it was an interesting day at work. Not something I'm particularly proud of. But in the heat of the moment, emotions can really change the dynamic of a persons thought process
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kevin Patrick 24 June 2016

Good thing you wrote this down, some other people would find less productive ways of venting that might end in a cop visiting your home, (not that I know of such things) fortunately I have never had any conflict with a co worker where the extreme was this kind of blow up, but its been either grocery stores, retail or offices, however when I have been a mover with my Dad things can get hairy if things are not done proper, there's been some words of war throwing, that have led to a no mans land of silence. So I get it to some extend. Good thing to articulate this way, hope everything is patched up, its good to end things on a good note.

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Wes Vogler 18 June 2016

From your description I gather he considers himself the master carpenter and you the helper. In this situation he must apologize as the one supposedly in charge. He probably will. If not, move on. Life is too short. End of comment.

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Spock The Vegan 14 June 2016

I knew of a boss that threw a screwdriver across the room when he got mad. Fortunately I never worked for him.

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Kelly Kurt 14 June 2016

Holy Sh*t! Probably a good thing you weren't door to door nuclear missile salesmen. (Or circumcision surgeons...what with cutting it an inch short and all) It may not be the same as a stiff drink or a shrink visit, but writing can not only release some of that tension but also give the writer some insight and perspective.

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