I wasn’t sure how that was processing but he nodded. “The internet said so. It feels wrong and right at the same time, though. Adults are always told to handle their problems on their own.”
“You’re an adult and you’re handling the problem by bringing it to an outside expert in explaining assholes.” So, still my job. “I’m also quickly becoming an expert in Ferris-ology, so the logic applies from that angle too.”
Curling into me, he let out another happy sigh as I stroked his back. “That’s one of the things I like best about you. Making me feel nice is good too.”
Adorable.
“I’m glad that’s the order. It makes me feel important.” Framing it that way might’ve been what had him chuckling.
“Doms are very interesting.”
I was pretty sure that was code for weird, but we had very different points of view.
“Do you think Harvey was right?” The question was just vague enough I wasn’t sure where to start.
Nothing else?
“You are very smart and we both know that.” I figured starting with the obvious was best under the circumstances. “You’ve been very patient with him but he’s been deliberately difficult to work with. I know that just from the handful of situations that have popped up over the past two weeks.”
The guy was a deliberate asshole.
“He seems incredibly jealous that you’re good at your job and find organizing the data to be easy. Instead of asking for help he seems to be making the situation harder for you in some kind of weird payback scheme. It’s literally the worst way to handle this.”
Logic had long since left the building with that moron which was why Ferris was having such a hard time dealing with him.
“He’s not making rational decisions and that’s making it even more difficult for you to work with him. You like common sense and rational processes. He doesn’t have either of those.” There was no way Ferris’s boss hadn’t missed this.
My boy liked his boss and the guy seemed to understand Ferris, so I was hoping he’d step in and start fixing shit.
“It might be a good idea to document all the past issues you can remember and if he doesn’t get fired to keep track of them going forward.” I wasn’t sure going back would help but it couldn’t hurt.
“I already have that. I keep a...I guess it’s a diary of work notes and I update it at the end of every day. Well, not today. I was too upset.”
That was not a surprise.
Neither was his frustrated tone.
“You can go in a few minutes early tomorrow and update your notes then. I know it’s going to feel wrong but you’ll feel better once it’s done and you can start the rest of your routine.” His huff said he knew I was right but something about how still he’d gone left me waiting to see what would come next.
He didn’t make me wait long before letting out a long sigh. “Most people don’t need the amount of routine that I do.”
I knew where he was going but I deliberately ignored it for the moment. “Most people could use it. They’re unprepared for work and they bounce around like rabbits. Having routines makes you happy and helps keep you productive. Pick something else to feel bad about.”
Oh, that huff.
He was so cute when he wanted to stomp and pitch a fit.
“Most people understand emotional responses and can predict behavior better than I can.” He said it almost challengingly, so I had to shrug.
“People are irrational. I got screamed at last week in the grocery store by a woman having a meltdown because none of the bananas were green enough. I don’t work for the grocery store and I don’t control the bananas. She knew both of those, but somehow, she thought I was the person to unload on. I was not.”
People were insane.
“Something must’ve gone very wrong in her life, but it’s not right to scream at you.”
Or to try to throw one of the bananas at me.
“The store manager showed up quickly, so I’m thinking she’d already been a fun bundle of sunshine to other shoppers.” I hadn’t said anything offensive, though, so I hadn’t felt the need to apologize for anything in the situation.
