War Update #2

It's easy to think of names for these posts when they're simply "War Update #x." I hope this war never ends. (For those of you just joining, I'm not actually at war in the bang-bang, explosion and death sense. I'm just fed up with an incompetent, obnoxious, and various other derogatory terms boss and I, along with a coalition of other veteran employees and managers are fighting back.)

I turned in my letter of complaint to the owner. I write letters for these things because I don't do very well at confrontation. It's not that I'm afraid of it; but I think the inherent over-sensitivity that seems key to my nature rears its ugly head when I'm trying to stick up for myself or others, and my words get all jumbly, and I miss out on points that I'd make under other circumstances. When I write, I can revise and make sure that all of my points are addressed, and my thoughts are organized, rational, if I do say so myself, persuasive. (I think my favorite non-philosophy class in school was "Writing Argument" because it meshed so well with the various things philosophy had taught me.) But further, in a letter, the person reading can't cut me off in the middle as they could in a conversation.

Yeah, so I turned the letter in yesterday. He called me today. I was still asleep, but even as such, I sensed a great disturbance in the Force. (Not true: when I'm asleep, you could pilot a helicopter outside my window and I'd be oblivious.) Anyway, when I woke up and found out he called, I have to admit that I did get nervous. I mean, I know my letter extended the offer to talk further about my grievances, but I didn't particularly expect him to take me up on it. What more could I say that wasn't in my letter? (It was four pages. I've said it before, and I'll say it again; I write a lot.) But, after a half-hour of anxiety, I summoned a wealth of courage from the fact that I wanted resolution, and that I truly had nothing to fear. It's not like he was going to eat my soul (He hasn't done that for some time; not since he accidentally ate the soul of a panda and spent a week gnawing on bamboo shoots.) So, I called him back, but he had to go to court for something and wouldn't be back all day. I get to call him tomorrow now. I think perhaps I should get up a little sooner than normal to make sure I catch him before he leaves again. That kind of sucks, because earling mornings and I go together like humans and panda souls, but oh well.