Horrid Boss gets a smack in the mouth
Today, after 19 consecutive days of horrific abuse, I let my boss really f*cking have it.
I'm currently an MSc Economics student in the UK. Two days a week I work at a very well known PE shop in London. I was a Summer intern there last year and I've been keeping the gig up part time whilst at school.
This month, there hasn't been any lectures as its exam season and mine aren't until June. So, I've been full-time at my shop for all of this month.
I've been on site every day for the last 19 days - day in day out, no days off. It's in the middle of nowhere, but it's a really interesting deal and, if it goes through, it'll look really good on a CV.
Up until now, I've had a really great relationship with everyone at the shop. That is, until one of the partners here found out I grew up on a council estate (read social housing project) and has given me an absolutely horrid time over it. He's mixed it up with some racial slurs (I have an Irish Father and Italian Mother) that have progressively got worse and worse (giving me the nicknames "woppo" and horrible little potato farmer" is probably the most polite thing he has said to me).
At first, I thought he was just trying to test my metal, so I took it on the chin and got my head down. But then I began to really question what this guy's deal was? He started giving me really unnecessary jobs to do that kept meant the earliest I ever left site was 02:30 am - I'm talking about sh*t like moving boxes of files into his car and repeatedly sending me back and forth with them for no reason, which meant that the actual work I had to do took double the time.
Now, this has been going on for nearly three weeks. Until today, when he made a reference to my Father that just brought out the hulk in me. I'd pulled one of many all nighters the night before and had to meet him early this evening in the on-site canteen to go through some analysis. Before I knew it, I'd smacked him in the mouth, pulled him up of the floor and slapped him really hard in the face. I then walked and I'm on the train back to London right now.
I've had calls, emails and answer phone messages from everyone who has heard about it already - lawyers, accountants and bankers - asking what's happened.
I don't know what to do. What are the consequences of this?