If Four Letter Words Offend You Don't Read This Post
I was at work today. My location is important to this post. I said a naughty word. While at work. I didn't utter this swear word while alone in my office. I was in a meeting.
I wish I had used an explative while standing up for right, "Now just a damn minute there. I won't charge more than $1.49 for gas. I won't."
I didn't say that. I don't sell gasoline. If I did sell gas you'd get it for .99 a gallon.
No, I was angry. In this meeting -- with all the "top" people --- including the director --- yes, a whole four of us -- I repeated information I was told: "Sometimes staff allow patrons to check out more than two books."
A manager asked where I heard that. I replied that it had come from a member of her staff.
She recoiled and said "That's a lie."
I stood (and this is where you might want to avert your eyes) and said, in a manner than could be described as very excited, "Don't fucking call me a liar."
Ok, it was a seven letter word.
One irritated director later I was mollified. The meeting resumed. I apologized for uttering the seven letter word. I received the information that my word choice showed my lack of "intellectual maturity."
I later was told that the manager must have meant "the information I had heard was a lie. I must have misunderstood her intent."
Uh huh.
Look, I understand that some people can be called a liar and simply shrug it off. I am evidently not that person. Call it "keeping it real." Call it self respect. Whatever.
Do I wish I hadn't said it? Yes.
Yes, because the information I had imparted was forgotten in the controversy.
At lunch I told a friend about the meeting. He said something to the effect of "They'd rather act moral than correct."
I let it bother me the rest of the day.
Now I'll leave it here.
