Personal Narrative Solving Conflict at Work
The situation I would like to explain happened approximately over a year ago. I accepted a position with a company as one of their e-mail server. An acquaintance of mine (John) told me about the job and took my resume to his supervisor. I did not refer to him as a friend because at the time we did not do any activities together outside of work, nor did our spouses.
The first week was fine, just trying to learn where the bathroom and cafeteria were was hard enough. Nothing was obviously strange with John at first or really had the appearance of being amiss until the second week. Our interactions began to get a little strange. John began making comments like ”you would have had to pay an employment agency several hundred dollars for a job like this.” I briefly thought to myself that was strange. I soon forgot about the incident till the next day when he made another comment “in a joking matter.” Right then I started to really pay attention to what he was meaning. He acted as if I owed him money for helping me get the job.
He began to get very short with me and I had only been there for two weeks. He was supposed to train me on how to build our e-mail servers and instruct me on how to install the entire standard monitoring software. This was not done. Instead he went through the process faster than even an experienced administer could possibly keep up. He would not slow down or wait for me or check with me to see if I was with him or not. We would have an issue with a server and rather than take this downtime as an opportunity to show and train me. He would just buzz through the resolution and not stop and say anything to the affect of “you might want to remember this.” I began to get very frustrated and felt very alienated.
By the third week I began to get tired of his condescending and abusive tone. So I began to challenge him in a way that was only one on one and so no one else was around. He would respond to a question of mine with a question or just make me repeat it then, interrupt me.
When Barbara first met John she was immediately attracted to him because of his charisma, manners, and intensity. They talked at the function for a while before deciding to get some fresh air. After talking about John 's job, he pushed Barbara to the ground and started to remove her clothes. Thankfully, she was able to push him off and return home without creating a big problem. For a couple weeks after the incident, John sent Barbara flowers and many apologies. Finally, Barbara forgave him and decided to go out on a date. She said that since the charity event he was a perfect gentleman. They dated for about 6 months before they decided to get married. Once they were engaged for a while, she started to notice that he became aggressive and moody when he drank a lot, but when he was sober he was very kind and sensitive.
Free. He was definitely one of those teachers that pushed me way close to my limit. After a couple of months of having him as a teacher, I decided to confront him. I came into his classroom and asked why he was so hard and difficult with us. I noticed that he would pick on certain students a lot and I was one of them. He looked at me straight in the face and said that I had potential. I was dazed and confused to what he meant. He then explained to me that a lot of the students here are not trying at all and what is the point of helping those students that do not care where there lives go. He said that I was trying but not to the best of my ability. I exclaimed to him that I was trying my best. He then replied with saying I was trying my best but he knew I can do better. He knew that I cared about my education and knew the drive that I had. He finally remarks with don’t you know what you have learned. That caused me to think of everything overall and I realized that I was acting like a fool. I know knew what his true intentions
This is the manager that wanted everyone on their feet at all times. We all knew when we worked with him that we would not be able to take a break during that shift. When I had to work with this manager I would always keep watch of where he was so I could act like I had something to do when he came around. No matter how well we kept our stations he would always want us to do something. He would always walk by and say, “Keep up the recovery guys.” That would annoy all the employees. On top of him demanding us to recover we had to deal with bad children and annoying adults who seemed to purposely knocked items down and not even try to pick them up. Or they would pick up items expecting to buy them and find out what the price is, and just dump them back anywhere. So now we have to pick up everything they left around and put it all back where it belongs. We all would be tired at the end of this shift but we would also feel like we got our work
I had applied for a job at Catholic Guardian society; in 2001 I did get the job. It was working with young girls in a group home, place there by the court. A group home is a place that children are sent to, once in foster care. A child can be in a group homes for many reasons; such as running away from home, not going to school and getting being arrested. I work every shift that was allowed, sometime doing doubles. When I started the job, I learn my way around fast. My partner was Michelle S.; she was great she began working there three years before me. Our primary job was to ensure the safety of these girls; their age would range from twelve through twenty-one. Our supervisor was great or so I thought. I soon realized that she was a horrible
It started slowly, with just him not wanting me to go to one type of social event because he didn’t like the people there. Then it got worse and worse. He was trying to control me by alienating me from my friends. After a bit I started fighting back, which made his obsession with controlling me as his possession stronger. When I finally asked him to leave he threatened to kill himself. I finally got him out, and he was staying at his mother 's house, but then the stalking started. On page 92 in the book, Cooper-White explains stalking by outlining the Justice Department 's Stalking Victimization Survey 's seven types of harassing behaviors: "1. Making unwanted phone calls, 2. Sending unsolicited or unwanted letters or emails, 3. Following or spying on the victim, 4. Showing up at places without a legitimate reason, 5. Waiting at places for the victim, 6. Leaving unwanted items, presents or flowers, and 7. Posting information or spreading rumors about the victim on the Internet, in a public place, or by word of mouth". My stalker did every single one of these things to me. When I read the chapter on Sexual Harassment and Stalking, it was almost a validation of what I went through as a victim. Thankfully in my situation, I kept track of his stalking and took him to court. The judge was able to identify his actions as stalking, (probably unknown to me she probably used this
He never listens and is always contradicting what you say. When you do get a word in, he dismisses it and calls you names. I can’t imagine how upset you must be every time he calls you a fool. That is not the right way to treat a lady such as yourself. Furthermore.
There are a number of articles regarding toxic work cultures and ways to survive or turn it around. However, what do you do about the work environment that cannot change despite your best efforts? Recently I had lunch with a colleague who is miserable at his new job and by his account he has literally given up and does just enough to get by. This admission is out of character for him, given that he has always been a positive formidable leader. I did not recognize the person who was sitting across from me; this person appeared defeated and physically drained.
On the night of February 28, I was preforming in the DYW program in Seminary. I had an unexpected visitor appear at the program. I had recently broken up with Ben, but he decided to come to my program without asking if it would be acceptable for him to be there. I did not notice Ben was there until almost the end of the program. When I caught
As a union steward, I have often sat with employees and have acted as mediator between the employee and the manager. I have carefully redirected emotional employees and have had to ask the employee to take a ten minute breather. I sat in one meeting where the manager became heated and started throwing insults at me as a person. I remained calm and reminded her (and the employee) that we were not there to engage in personal attacks, that the goal of the meeting was to create a more productive work environment for the employee and to ensure that the employee could meet the work expectations of the job. I also reminded all at the table that we were all professionals, doing our job and it was not a personal assault nor should it be, for anyone.
My other boss was much the opposite his name was Mr. Metz and if you’ve ever seen the movie Ace Ventura: When Nature Calls he looks exactly like the seemingly evil character Burton Quinn (the one with the raven on his shoulder). He was the owner of the restaurant and was rarely there. When he did make an appearance he neither talked nor showed an interest in many of the employees. But Mr. Metz and Ken did have two things in common. First they never said anything positive to their workers. I worked the entire summer trying my hardest to, as my mother would say, do the job right the first time.
Personal Narrative There lay her limp body staring up at us. Her cold eyes were no longer
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I asked him if I could finally get to meet the girl he had been talking about for so long. To my astonishment, he immediately lashed out and said that he would have to take me home if she was to come along. I became aggravated by his contradictory words, and he began to berate me for my irritability in his incompetence, almost as if it was unjustified. Any further questioning was immediately interrupted by his regressing to calling me names and condescending behavior. Before the argument could escalate any further, our friend was ready to leave, and was never mentioned again for the rest of the