In which I contemplate working for a sociopath....

So I am on my honeymoon, flitting about, doing honeymoon-ey things, gazing into my beloved's eyes, contemplating sunsets, eating copious amounts of food, all the things one would expect, nay, are de rigeur for such an occasion.

Do you know what's not de rigeur for honeymoons? Checking work emails.

And there's a reason for this - work matters necessarily detract from honeymoon-style activities and undoubtedly tarnish or distract you from afternoons spent making love with your new husband followed by him feeding you peeled grapes.

But I did. In fact, I have the whole tine. Mostly just to keep tabs on what's happening back at work, I've made a point of not responding to anything that's cropped up.

Until now.

I received an email from my boss (addressed to a few people, albeit), one of the most rude, arrogant and unprofessional emails of my professional career. Since being in my position for six months, my boss has  made a habit of nasty, manipulative behaviour demonstrative of his psychopathic nature (he once offered to mentor another manager within the business and then informed said manager that he would be docking his pay for mentoring services to the tune of about $40 000 per annum. He was not joking).

I responded to said email. Since taking this position, I've made a point of not tolerating this manager's bullying tactics, trying to (professionally and calmly) rebuff his inappropriate behaviour. Which is what I have done in my response email, however, this time I've added an offer to resign upon my return to the office.

So now I am quietly deliberately what to do. I've decided to wait and see what happens when I get back to Melbourne on Monday. Do I keep working for someone who thinks that everybody in his employ is an 'incompetent idiot in need of micromanagement', or do I hold my tongue and hang on to the (attractive) salary, determined not to let it get to me?

A tough decision. Lena Dunham's book, Not That Kind Of Girl, touches on this in a poignant fashion (albeit her comment is in relation to personal relationships, rather than professional ones):

You are not made up of compartments. You are one whole person. What gets said to you gets said to all of you, ditto what gets done. Being treated like shit is not an amusing game or a transgressive intellectual experiment. It's something you accept, condone and learn to believe you deserve. 

Bravo.