I had had quite enough of Captain Bligh's draconian and most tyrannical way of imposing order, upon a busy Friday night. One does one's best, in the workplace, in spite of all imperfections and challenges life may throw at one. Alas, I fear I may have acted, in another time, with a more cordial manner, and in a generally more respectful way this evening. Yet, if truth be told, I am an artist but not (yet) a true philosopher. Being a poet and not an even minded practitioner of the more.... rarified arts which grace and adorn not only this world but the hermetic spheres which surround this little planet (or 'wandering star') that surrounds us, here, now, in time and space, means that I do not handle situations as well as I could have done.
Far from the polite (with comparatively few vulgarities being spoken) take over of the ship HMS Bounty, done most cordially and in as civilised manner as possible (for manners maketh the man, in truth), This evening I made an inoportune and hasty outburst, which did not happen without precendent. "I am in hell, Sir. For the last six months I have been in hell." I was like Fletcher Christian, this night.
What happened was that the air conditioning was on full blast, which means a constant, freezing blast of cold air comes down upon the fast food meals on the top deck of the conveyor belt at work. I said to the 'man' (the Eastern European non-rational thug-like creature that is my boss, not yet twenty five years old) "The food is going cold, so I need to take the meals from the top conveyor belt first in order to not send out cold food the whole time. To which he replied, "Every Weekend, you not fast enough. You make no good. You do work better." I said to the young man, "You need to listen to me. It's important." So he pushed harder, Captain Bligh style, coming down on me like a tonne of bricks, so I said to him, "I am trying the best I possibly can. I only mean to take the top orders off, because they will be cold soon if I do not." He again ploughed into me, so I said to him, "Shut the fuck up."
These "people" (if they can be called such) cannot be reasoned with, they cannot be bargained with, or met half way in a spirit of amity. They get irritated comparatively easily. They have not read Plutarch or Seneca, their tracts about how to deal with stress, anger, effectively, so one may see clearly, and carry on regardless, no matter how stressful the situation. These are uneducated brutes, young.
I could have conducted myself with more decorum tonight. Certainly, according to the Golden Verses of Pythagoras, I could have done better. Yet life is a journey, a rich tapestry, one learns from one's mistakes, to become a better person, in terms of kindness, good-will, good character. I would do well to reflect on what I did wrong, assume responsibility for one's actions, and most of all, see how I can improve and not make that mistake again ever. I ought to remain philosophical, and introspective in my outlooks, to learn to be better next time, and instead of caving in to pressure, remain even-minded, and treat everybody with respect, especially the boss (even if he is another Captain Bligh, well, in which case, it is probably best to take over the ship and assume command).
Max.
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