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It’s None Of Your Business.

Through a slight illness I have been stuck indoors for a couple of weeks. I suppose I could have gone to work but I must admit I was in one of those bloody moods. Sod the work and if it comes to that sod the governor too. Yes you have guessed it I was not at all happy working in this firm for this governor, Talk about a slave driver he was worse than shylock he wanted more than his pound of flesh not only from me but also down to the office boy. This poor sod often went to the toilets to cry his eyes out. I myself wondered how long the office boy would last in this firm with this Boss; it was my guess that he would just not turn up again. A new office boy would be another that I watched as he put up with the tantrums of the Boss or Governor.

I walked with a heavy heart into the firm; he was waiting for me the Boss. Been off sick I heard, what was wrong with you and what is more have you a Doctors certificate saying that you were ill. I do not know what it was but something in my head seemed to snap. I heard a voice not at all like my voice, a deep voice, a voice of Authority, “Its none of your business.” And to see a Doctors certificate you will have to go into the Administration Office to see that. What I was suffering from that alone knows my Doctor. I suggest you ask him I will and cannot give you an answer.

The Boss or Governor gasped like a fish then he managed to get out the words you are not wanted here any more go to the Administration Office and get what ever wages are owing to you and get your employment papers at the same time. I stopped myself from giving him a punch on the nose and went to the Admin Office. No one was more surprised than the staff in the office. I saw that all of the employees had now a telephone in their hands. Then at some to me unknown signal all stood up and left the admin Office, Come with us Mr. Shaw this concerns you too.

I followed all to the pavement outside of the firm. The chief of the Admin Office hen spoke out to all of the employees. What she said was a complete surprise to me. Ladies and Gentlemen if Mr Shaw is to be thrown out of this firm then we are all in agreement that from this moment on we are in strike. A man such as Mr. Shaw has helped nearly all in this firm in one way or another and for him to be thrown out of work because he was off sick is no excuse the few months until his retirement the Firm’s Management could have waited, not slung him out like some old piece of rubbish that is not wanted any more.

I tried to explain but my voice was not heard too many disciplinary methods on the part of the Boss or Governor had over the years been said. The boss came on to the scene and tried to pass it off as some mistake. Mr. Shaw is still in his old position and of course he will be with us until his retirement. Then the Office boy came forward and this time no tears. If Mr. Shaw goes >I go with him. This is a rotten stinking firm to work for and I shall be pleased to start work somewhere else where one is treated like a human being mot trod on for any and every tiny mistake. I am still trying my best to learn this job but all I get is rude remarks from the Boss himself. It all ended by the Boss telling all that he is retiring and the Chief of Administration will take his place. On this we all went back into the firm. I will not say that much work was done but the atmosphere changed as soon as the Chief from Administration took over. Now we have a happy work place no junior office boy skulking of to the toilets to have a little cry because some Idiot that should have known better could not have kept a civil tongue in his head.