This is what I deal with everyday and somehow, either by the pure grace of God or by his sick sense of humor (depending on how you see it), I haven't lost my mind. My story is not about a lowly co-worker, but the president of the small company I work for. Let's call him... Douche bag Don. DD inherited the company from his father (who closely resembles/sounds/acts like a child molester) although he has no experience in the field whatsoever. DD still lives in the 80s and even has Glamour Shots of his wife (who he met when he was still an employee under his father and she was the receptionist. They were both married. Infidelity ensued and now they're married).
He constantly blames me for things I haven't done. On one particularly bad occasion, he called me into his office, closed the door, let me know "the walls are thin," and demanded that I stop talking about our temp receptionist. Needless to say, I sat mouth agape because I had never said a word about her. I tried to defend myself but he wouldn't have it. He let me know that I was depressing my co-workers and bringing everyone down. He ended with, "If someone isn't happy, they should leave." Pause. "If someone wants to leave, they should. Do you understand?" Out of principle alone, I haven't left.
DD is confident and cocky for all of the wrong reasons. He has a tendency to walk into offices, unannounced, stand and stare for 10 or 15 seconds at a time, and walk out without saying a word. He clicks his tongue on the roof of his mouth when he's "thinking." He has gone through employees' trash cans. He wears flannel shirts tucked into jeans with white high-top sneakers. DD is going to be the death of me.
Back to work!
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