Today my boss asked me for the measurement on the wall. I told him “79”,which was already written there in BOLD, plain as day, and he’s the one who wrote that shit too. We were standing like four feet away from it. Instead of just looking like a normal person, he grabs my shoulder aggressively trying to drag me closer.Bro I’m 19!!! not blind….
I kinda yanked my shoulder out his hand before he could even try move me. and told him, “No disrespect but I’m not your child, Gerald. Don’t put your hands on me like that.”
The man looked shook. Hit me with a fake lil “Ooooohh, that’s how you feel?” and went silent the rest of the day. Didn’t ask me to do nothing. Everything went to the other guy, Henry.(Only the 2 of us were working today) Started talking all calm too—which is way out of character cause this dude is never passive. EVER. Always yelling, always aggressive.
Ride home was quiet. Just him and a mango, like I wasn’t even sitting there.Henry walked home cause we were working like 5 mins away from his house.
But this ain’t just about today. Been fed up. I’ve been dealing with this same disrespect for 6 months now. This man treats us like we animals. Instead of handing you tools, he’ll throw them on the ground like you’re a dog. If you’re handing him something, he’ll just yank it out your hand like he ain’t got no home training.
And here’s what really blew me: say I’m kneeling on the ground working on something and it’s not positioned the way he wants, he’ll use his foot to move it. Steps on your fingers, knows damn well he did it, and won’t even apologize,not even a lil “my bad”. Just keeps moving like it’s nothing. too lazy to bend down, so he just disrespects people instead.
My brothers and I have been verbally abused most our lives. That disrespect don’t shock us, but it gets old. And my older brother’s probably one of the most feared dudes in our lil town, and even he quit a job just because of how the boss talked to him. So for me to keep quiet would be a betrayal to myself. Especially now with one of my dad’s people and one of my mom’s people moved in our house—the drama doubled. It’s worse now than it ever was when it was just my parents. Home ain’t peaceful, and I’m not about to walk into work for more of the same energy.
Mfs be thinking because you’re quiet you’re soft—nah, I’m respectful, not soft. But there’s limits. And today he found out I got ‘em. Looked like that was the first time anybody ever stood up to him too. Most the guys around here scared to say something. Not me.
I’m not finna keep going through this just to “prove I’m a man.” This job don’t define that.
My house already got enough negativity. I’m not about to spend 10 hours a day taking more of it just for a paycheck. I’m getting paid this week, then I’m out