So, I got an email from my manager at work explaining that the doc (boss to us both) had asked if I could take out my dreadlocks as he wasn't sure they were suitable for an environment with so many Amish clients.
I said no.
but when you're an adult and a boss asks you to do something...you can't just say no. There are consequences. So I said "no, and I understand that there may be consequences."
that's the adult thing to say, right?
Well the doc was busy for quite a few days so the manager and I spent a few nail-biting days unsure as to whether or not I would be losing my job over this refusal or not. The manager was pullin for me, so she had me continue to come into work while we waited for the boss to have time for the question of my dreads.
I have to admit, that day that I was asked to come in to cover for someone and was given the freedome to "come in whenever I could," I spent an hour waxing my dreads before I came in. Probably out of spite. A moment to be un-adult.
Well the doc found some free-time to address the issue of my dreads and admitted that he didn't want it to be the kind of issue that caused me my job or anything. He said he was perfectly happy with me simply pulling them back into a pony-tail each day.
SO i got to keep my job, but until a few days ago I had no idea if my dreads had really cost me my job or not.
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