We are expecting a visit from the big bosses tomorrow at work and everyone is scrambling to make everything perfect. This morning, a co-worker and I were moving all the kennels and cleaning under them. This is not easy work. This is hard work.

   My boss comes stomping(literally!) in to yell something like " Your speakers were turned completely down and I paged you four times and then I had to walk back here and now I am so mad I could just shit and while I know intellectually that raising my voice to a subordinant when I haven't bothered to investigate and determine actual fault as opposed to supposed fault makes me an asshole, I'm still going to do it, BECAUSE I HAD TO WALK BACK HERE!"

    Now, I don't know about y'all, but I do not take kindly to be talked to as if I was an unruly child. I run a good shop. We all work our asses off and exceed financial expectations every week. Every. Week.   We are one of only two stores in our district who can claim this.  The same could not be said of the place when I took it on.  It was a hellhole.  Seriously.

    Now the point of that little ramble is that we prove ourselves to be excellent, focused employees every day. Does he honestly think that we purposely turned down the speakers to the P.A. system so that we could ignore pages and giggle into our hands? I mean, seriously, what the fuck??

   So I told him that while I was certainly sorry that someone had turned the speakers down (which was weird. We never turn them down all the way. Hell, we hardly ever touch them), we'd been working our asses off back there and he didn't need to come in all worked up and ready to vent. 

    I told him that I understood his frustration but that we'd done nothing wrong and we didn't much appreciate the attitude.   

    I also understand that he's stressed, what the visit from the big bosses and all, but DAMN.

    My husband and I do not yell at each other. We will bite our tongues in half to not yell at each other.  It's not that we don't by God want to yell, it's that we try to respect each other enough not to do so.  (In case y'all think that we don't argue, we do. We just wait a little bit till voices are calmer and thoughts are clearer and it's a much nicer, shorter argument that way.)

    So if the poor man who married me and spent the first 9 months of our marriage with the crazy pregnant bitch from Hell and all her attendant hormones can keep from raising his voice to me, you'd think my boss, who gets paid to work with me and, by the way, whom I make look damn good to the big bosses, could manage it. Right?   

   I thought so too.