My Beautiful Boss Suddenly Asked Me, “Will You Live With Me?” Later, She Asked, “Anything I Can Do?”

An Unexpected Request

“I know this is sudden, but can you stay at my place for a month starting next month?”

This utterly unexpected request came from the newly transferred female Chief who had suddenly called me in. It was more than enough to throw me into a state of confusion.

“We’re not close enough for me to be living at her place.”

“Excuse me?”

While I was taken aback, the Chief blushed, fidgeting in embarrassment. Through this request from the Chief, my life was about to take a significant turn.

My name is Thomas Mason. I’m 32 years old and work at an elderly care facility. I’ve always loved interacting with older folks since I was a kid, being quite the Granny’s boy, so caregiving is the perfect job for me.

Workplace Dynamics

However, the caregiving staff at work are mostly women in their 50s and 60s, and there are only two men: me and the Chief. That’s why the Chief and I often take on heavy lifting, and I was a little dissatisfied with the unfair division of work.

I can’t voice such complaints to female staff. The Chief, who was the only one I could rely on, has already passed the age of 65 and will retire. Once the Chief retires, will I help everyone with their work?

Well, until now, the work was finished because the Chief helped me with the work. Such thoughts filled my mind, and I couldn’t help but sigh.

Then the Chief retired in no time, and a 35-year-old female Chief was assigned from another department.

“My name is K. Scott. Nice to meet you all.”

When she introduced herself to us, I felt that Miss Scott suddenly looked surprised when her eyes met mine and quickly averted her gaze. Then she continued with her greeting.

A Strict New Approach

What’s going on? Does she know me? But I don’t know her. I started working with a little strange feeling.

Unlike the previous Chief, the new Chief did not seem intimidated by the older staff in their 50s and 60s and was not shy about giving work instructions.

“Helen, one of the residents is calling you. Please attend to them.”

“Jessica, you left meal assistance halfway to guide someone else to their room, didn’t you? Please finish one task before moving on to the next.”

The new Chief was brisk in her directives and closely observed the movements of the caregiving staff, giving necessary corrections. There was no wasted motion in her work, and her directions and reminders were always on point.

However, the “Queen Bee” staff, who had been there for many years, didn’t like being instructed by a younger Chief.

“She’s acting high and mighty for being so young.”

“She’s getting carried away just because she’s the Chief.”

Isolation in the Staff Room

Complaints about the Chief had become commonplace at work. For some reason, the Chief didn’t give me any work instructions. It was as if she thought, “You can handle things on your own, right?” even without her saying it.

Seeing this, the Queen Bee staff members started complaining about the Chief again.

“It’s weird how she only gives us instructions and doesn’t say anything to Thomas.”

“She’s probably just buttering him up because he’s a man. Pathetic for a Chief.”

Whenever I was in the staff room, I could always hear people badmouthing the Chief. I was getting wary of hearing it, so I started spending more time chatting with the residents and less time in the staff room.

However, being out of the staff room meant my paperwork wasn’t progressing at all. I was getting tired of feeling like I didn’t have a place at work and my work was not moving forward.

Odd Jobs and Rumors

That’s why I asked her for instructions.

“What should I do? Is there any work that I can handle?”

After saying that, I approached the Chief on my own. Then finally, the Chief said to me:

“All right then, do this.”

She started to assign tasks to me, but the tasks given to me were things like changing sheets and cleaning the floors. It was obvious that these tasks were not caregiving duties, just odd jobs.

Seeing me accepting these tasks from the Chief, the Queen Bee staff members started badmouthing the Chief again behind her back.

“That Chief, she’s definitely pandering to men. Changing the work she assigns based on gender and age. She’s really a wicked woman.”

The behind-the-back talk from the Queen Bee staff members was only increasing day by day. I started racking my brain about how I could improve the relationships at work.