Stomping through Dystopia

Have you ever set something on fire? Or someone? Or, do you think there is someone who would really like to burn you? How many people exactly do you think would like to see you burn?
My witch giggles over my left shoulder. „You own small talk“, she states.
I definitely know that I don‘t.
But that‘s not the point, because even without failing any of these soft skills, I have once again set something on fire.

But before I tell you more about that, I will have to admit that this understanding of witches and why the burned is one that I have been upsetting myself about in many previous posts. The majority of witches really did not burn for their bright educated minds rather than bad luck in Dystopia, but since things here are currently on fire, why not make use of a narrative making it feel better, you know …

And to be fair, those that spoke their minds of course were in danger to be dragged into one of those stories, and were in general trialed for being dysfunctional and not the favorite child of Daddy up in the clouds, so … If thinking of these kinds of witches makes it easier for you to get yourself into trouble, go for it!

And oh yes, I recently did.
I am not writing this to show off, or to play the hero. I am really not brave, and, despite displaying my most dramatic moments here on my blog, I am also not enjoying attention very much.
But I also sometimes feel the need to not swallow things. Sometimes, just agreeing to a thing feels so wrong, it physically enables me to do so. And once that happens, I kind of have to face the only possible outcome of, well, facing it.
And so, I told my boss that I did not want to do something.
I don‘t know what this situation sounds like from wherever you are reading this, but in Germany, where I live and write, this is quite a scandal. It also definitely cost me a few hundred of euros.

So what happened?
Well, my boss wanted me to join them to go through several different schools within a few weeks to finish a survey we had been working on. The situation in German schools is really bad these days. We somehow gave up on any security measures at all. In every classroom there are currently 2-4 infected children. We even stopped sending those exposed to Covid into quarantine, because otherwise whole schools would close. This sounds like system failure, right?
So, going through several of them and spreading this shit even more around seemed like putting oil into a fire. We talk about children having to quarantine, risking long covid, and somewhere in the end still of someone probably dying, after all. As much as I hate what the pandemic has taken from me, this still bothers me!
And well, my boss then taught me off for addressing a sensitive issue in the first place, then for taking everything to seriously. In the end, she wanted to stop me working remote completely (although my co-workers still do that) to sit at the office next to her, and now keeps messaging me to discuss my general style of communicating ( if you don‘t like what someone is saying, you upset yourself about the way it was said, this is why witches were believed to have dangerously pretty voices) and behavior with her, and since I am out of this job in less than 3 weeks, I kind of fail to see the point in this!

To be honest, I did not expect any other reaction, so expecting to start this made me ill for a whole weekend, but I also felt like I could not avoid this. It matters to be to take responsibility, and realize when it really matters, and right now it definitely did. Also, my boss had been joking about me (as in coughing when I enter a room) for weeks after I had a Covid test done by my doctor in autumn because I was ill. So, I really knew what to expect. And oh! I am so bad in arguing with authorities. It somehow is “My Daddy never loved me” all over again … So, while playing cool in not answering any of her 16 phone calls, I was probably shaking.

The work chat is still burning with discussion about how to deal with their rogue on … um… me!
I could not have chosen an easier way, because my witching heart has it bad in this world!
But I have to admit that I sometimes wonder what life feels like without having this tendency of leaving a burning trail behind.

“She would have definitely burned you”, my witch giggles over my shoulder. “Back in my days, she would have mentioned the mole on your cheeks a few times too often in front of the wrong people, to then sneak away your husband or whatever.” And she laughs even more.

So, historically speaking, I am going to avoid having a boss and focus on my freelancing to escape right in time?
Looks like it.

How has your stomping through Dystopia been lately? Anymore drama to share with my witching heart?