fight anyway. At these companies, Team Leaders, like Tanner, major role was essentially babysitting adults. While the 'adults' under them would be horrified to hear that, that was really the truth of the matter. Tanner had to keep the peace on his team and within the department and part of that was dealing with complaints, no matter how legitimate or illegitimate they were. Sadly, Rick found in most corporate settings that the squeaky wheel was often the one that gets greased in these situations, and Rick knew he was seated next to possibly the squeakiest wheel in his entire department, maybe the entire company.
“... I am not going to name the person, or persons, involved in these complaints, but an email, or emails, have been received lately implicating you using language that is... far too casual for an office setting... Look, Rick, this is just a warning, all right. Just mind your Ps and Qs. In an office setting like this, you never know who is listening, and because anyone can be on the phone with a client and overhear what you're saying, these kinds of complaints are going to have traction with the higher-ups, know what I mean? So just be careful in the future to keep it strictly business in the office.”
Rick was honestly sick and tired of this shit. This wasn't the first time Tanner had to have these kinds of talks with not only him, but other people in his row as well, and he and everyone else knew exactly where these mysterious complaints were coming from.
Rolling his eyes and shaking his head, Rick immediately replied, “Look, I want to be moved, Tanner...”
“You know that I can't do that,” Tanner cut him short and shook his head.
“Why not?”
“Because I have to get approval from my boss, and then put in the order request with IT, blah, blah, blah. Its costs us money to move people from place-to-place, even within this department. Those above us are not going to go for it just because you... want to move,” Tanner plainly explained.
“Look, I'll do it myself then! We don't even need to get IT or the department head involved. I know how to plug and unplug a computer, and you know that I do. I fix computer issues in this department all the time,” Rick continued to plead his case.
“I can't, Rick. That is against company policy. As it is, we bend the rules with you 'helping' people with their computer glitches anyway. Anything computer related has to go through IT. If my boss, Dick, saw that you were moved, he'd immediately question me and know that it cost money, you know what I'm saying...? I'm sorry, Rick,” Tanner rejected his plea without any emotion.
Now a little angry, Rick sat staring at his boss' desk simmering for a moment before he spoke again.
“We both know who sent these complaints, and you know as well as I do that this... individual... has been a headache for a long, long time...” Rick began.
“Then don't give this individual ammo, Rick. You're smarter than that anyway,” Tanner succinctly argued with a perched eyebrow.
“I fucking hate people!” Rick grumbled under his breath and ran his hand over his face.
“What?!” Tanner immediately asked, his normally lazy eyes suddenly bulging in shock. Then, instantly calming back down, his boss continued, “ Don't answer that! I don't want to know. Look, this is a professional environment, Rick. I don't need to tell you that. You have to act professionally... at... all... times, period... This is only a warning, Rick, and I understand your situation, all right? I really do. All right?”
For the first time ever, Rick stared into Tanner's eyes and saw something more there. He realized his boss really didn't want to be having this conversation with him any more than he wanted to hear it, and whoever this person was that had sent the complaint email was as big of a headache to his boss, as she was to him. Still, Rick had a hard time controlling his boiling
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