Beyond Flabbergasted

My last day with the company was, indeed, interesting. All I did was try to balance two conflicting appointments (one made without consulting me or my calendar) so that I could meet BOTH obligations -- one to a client of the Ice Queen and another to a professional organization's charity event planning committee. The client merely needed to fill out a form and drop off some applications and the committee needed my input on the budget and the invitations. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to know that the client is the easier of the two to rearrange!

After making this decision which was not in direct correlation with the aforementioned Queen's directive, I quickly became the recipient of a new orifice in the general vicinity of my derierre. Said orifice was accompanied several hours later by an escort to the front door. The fact that the client over whom the entire blow up occurred didn't even bother to show up was of no consequence -- I had disobeyed Her Majesty, the Queen of Ice.

The best part for me was that I remained in perfect control of myself. I neither yelled, nor screamed nor cursed. I simply stated that I thought she was over-reacting and that I was sorry to see things end this way. She stated that it was all my doing... I quietly replied that I didn't agree, but that she was free to think whatever she wished. I wished her well and left the building. It was nice knowing that I left there being the bigger person. She, after all, had yelled at me, slammed a door and flung my check at me. I had done nothing wrong, save think for myself.

The worst part is that two men for whom I have a great deal of respect may now think less of me due to this antagonistic little woman. They are partners in the firm. I wonder if they'll take my call? Do you think they'd be interested in "the rest of the story" as Paul Harvey would say?

As embarrassing as the turn of events was, I did have a nice afternoon. I met a good friend for lunch, went shopping, and then visited my parents. Not bad for a sunny Friday afternoon! And with that, I close this chapter on The Queen of Ice and move on to bigger, better and bitchless things.