No Perks at Work for this Jerk

Sometimes you find yourself in a work situation that pisses you off.

Sometimes you come home from work full of hell and the rest of your day is ruined. And not only the rest of the day. You go to bed angry and find you can't sleep. You eventually get to sleep only to wake up still angry.

You play through all the possible scenarios in your head of what could happen if you brought up this legitimate grievance at work. Sadly they all appear to end in you shouting “WELL FUCK YOU THEN! I QUIT!” and throwing a cup of boiling hot tea in your boss' face.

You decide a new approach is needed.

The new approach involves going to work, saying bugger all and quietly stewing over what had happened previously.

Have you taken the moral high ground or have you chickened out? Or have you saved your job by not yelling and creating a visage/hot liquid incident?

Time will tell.

But then you end up going home and applying for a job in a fucking petrol station just to hopefully get away from the tea-faced cunt in the vain hope that it makes your life a little bit better.