Sunday, November 28, 2010
Drugs Are Bad, Mmkay
To open, I do not do drugs. I really do not have a lot of respect for those who do drugs. I think it’s the cowards way of handling life.
Keep that in mind as I unfold the drama.
Remember that white trash wedding I attended in the spring? I informed you all that the groom was sick with cancer and probably didn’t have long to live? Well, he didn’t. He died not too long ago and his wife, my co-worker, had to deal with everything and took a few days off from work to mourn.
I do like her even though she does drugs. I don’t know what she does, I don’t know how much she does, I don’t rightly care much because at work, she’s nice and she’s honest. She’s not afraid to be honest either. That’s why I like her.
The other co-worker I’ve talked about on here is a royal, lying, backstabbing, manipulative bitch. To me, she’s not good at lying or manipulation; to me, she’s totally transparent but I apparently work with a bunch of fucking morons because they don’t see the manipulation for what it is.
Anyhoo, Bitch decided to start up a rumor about the other girl...I’ll call her Bride again because that’s how you know her. She decided, not long after the death of Bride’s husband, (Thanksgiving day, in fact), to start telling people that the reason Bride married her husband was because of a $150,000 life insurance policy and that two days before the groom died, he informed Bride there was no policy.
Not only is this a complete and total fabrication, it is beyond personal and way crossing the line. Oh, I forgot to mention, Bitch tells everyone that Bride is her best friend. And this is not the first time that Bitch has thrown Bride under the bus.
Bride married the groom because Bride and Groom knew each other for years and years and years. They loved each other. They weren’t going to get married because Bride had already been through that and after having to deal with such an asshole for an ex-husband, she was adamant never to do it again. They had seen each other off and on over the many, many, many years they had known each other but they did decide to start having a relationship again about 4 years ago. They lived together, they had their fights, they acted like any other couple.
Then Groom got sick with cancer. Bride took care of him. Groom’s family did nothing for him. As it was becoming obvious that Groom was getting worse, they decided to get married. Yes, they did love each other but it was mainly to protect him and also so that Bride would be able to take care of him, especially during hospital visits.
When he died, Bride was upset. She still mourns but knows that she has to move on with life, she needs to work, she has kids (older) to take care of, (one is thirteen), and she can’t sit at home and wallow in self pity. So she picked herself up and got back to work and got on with getting on with life.
And then Bitch makes up this shit.
Why did she make it up? Who the hell knows why Bitch makes up anything except that Bitch has the lowest self esteem I’ve ever seen and is constantly trying to tear people down to make herself look better. Why, I do not know. If she would just do her fucking job and stop worrying about everyone else so much, there wouldn’t be anything to be so scared of. Idiot. Unless, you know, Bitch is doing things she shouldn’t be doing....like stealing from the till at work. Ahem.
So, this little rumor was told to me and because I actually like Bride, and because I felt this was way over the line and because Bitch was spreading this rumor around, I decided to inform Bride exactly what her “best friend” is saying about her.
The shit hit the fan.
Bride was pissed. See, Bride and I have an understanding. When we hear shit talking about the other, we will make mention of it to that person. Not to cause problems but so that the other knows what they are working with. She’s told me things, I’ve told her a couple of things. Most things, meh, who cares but some things, sigh...some things need to be said.
So Bride confronted Bitch at work and asked who might be saying such things and, surprisingly, (not), Bitch denied, denied, denied. “WHAT?! Who’s saying that?!”
I’ve had enough of Bitch’s mouth, I’ve had enough of her throwing people under the bus left and right on a daily basis, I’ve had enough of her bullshit so I said, “Apparently you are, Bitch.”
So she started to attack me. Please, like I’m afraid of that useless thing?
I told her who told me, we could all get together and discuss this if she so pleased but, of course, she did not want that, now did she? Because what I said was true. I called her on her shit and she didn’t know how to handle it.
So she decided to spend the last couple of days shit talking me at work. Saying, at first, that I made all of it up, (she went and cried to the boss like a child..my God), that I’m causing problems, etc. Then she decided to switch gears and say I only told Bride about it to deliberately hurt Bride.
Oooh! Is that a victim card I see?
Today, while in the parking lot at work, (where there were no customers), I confronted her and said, “Some of us know the right thing to do, and some of you don’t. I didn’t tell her to hurt her, I told her to protect her from what her so called best friend was saying. Before you start pointing fingers everywhere else, you better fucking ask your fool self why the fuck you started the rumor in the first place, bitch!”
“What?! Whatever!!!”
Nice come back.
Later, while around the counter area, where the Bitch works, she wheeled around on me and started screaming at me in front of customers and making a big scene for the lady boss, that she didn’t need me there, (she is not my boss), she’s tired of me running my mouth, (stop taking my words and using them as your own, idiot), and on and on.
I looked at her and said, “Oh please, I haven’t said a fucking thing to you while standing here.”
She said, “You said shit in the parking lot!!!”
I replied, “If you’re going to talk shit about me behind my back, I am going to confront you. If you don’t like confrontation, stop spreading shit and shut your mouth.”
Bitch: “We don’t need you here! Tell her Russian Bitch! (lady boss) Tell her Russian Bitch! Tell her Russian Bitch!”
Me: (Thinking...OMG! Are you four fucking years old?)
Lady boss then said, wearily, “Please, this is a stressful day for me, please, Serenity, go outside.” (Not mean.)
So yes, of course, you don’t argue in front of customers and ok, even though I don’t particularly like Russian Bitch, she did ask nicely, albeit, again, wearily, and I went outside. But of course, Bitch, herself, could not stop. She said something else and so I said, ‘You and me, after work....”
And I was just getting to the point of saying, “are going to have a nice little talk”
But Bitch flew off the handle and screamed, “What! Are you going to hit me?!”
I told her not to flatter herself.
She said, “I’ll call the cops!!!”
Me: “You idiot, if you would ever shut up, I was saying we would have a nice little talk.”
Bitch: “I don’t have anything to say to you.”
Me: “Chicken shit. You can’t face the truth?”
So then of course, she blew THAT all out of proportion and whined and cried that I was threatening her, thankfully we have cameras and it can all be caught on tape and they’ll call the cops on me if they have to, blah blah waaaaah!
Call the cops for what? Please, call them. “Officer, please send an officer! This girl is trying to...sob...trying to.....omg, help, she’s trying to...TALK TO ME!!!!!”
Most of my co-workers agree with what I did. They said it was right because if someone is shit talking your friend, you should let them know. I would want to know. I would be pissed the fuck right off if my other friends knew that one friend was talking shit behind my back and they didn’t say a thing. And Bride and I, like I said, have this understanding. We’ve had it for quite some time now.
So, Bride is thankful to me, she knows I’m telling the truth, her son is pissed beyond belief and wants to come to work next week and kick some people’s asses....the drama continues because Bitch cannot tell the truth.
And my co-workers know Bitch made it up, my co-workers have heard Bitch talk shit about Bride in the past, as well as other people, many of my co-workers have been thrown under the bus by Bitch. But not a single one of them stood up and said, “She was right, you, Bitch, are wrong.” Because they are cowards.
Bunch of fucking cowards. They don’t like her, they agree she causes problems, they agree that the place is very peaceful when she and her piece of shit husband are not there, they’d love to see them go....but they won’t stand up and say a fucking thing.
Cowards.
But what pisses me off more?
Bride and Bitch and Bitch’s husband, plus some other co-workers, are hanging out tonight, all friendly and chatty....and I was like, WHAT THE FUCK?! You hang out with someone who stabs you in the back? Are you an idiot?
And that’s when it hit me. Despite how angry they are about what happened and despite the desire to kick someone’s ass about it, (meaning, Bride kick Bitch’s ass), they put up with the drama. I do not comprehend this because I don’t allow people to shit talk me and still be my friend. That’s not a friend. But they will. And it’s not because they enjoy the drama. They put up with it for one reason and one reason only:
Because they all do drugs.
They need those people to get their drugs, do the drugs and be with while all fucked up.
I will never have more influence than the drugs will.
I’m not sorry I stood up to that fucking Bitch but I am sorry I didn’t realize, until all these years later, that I’ve been fighting against losers who do drugs and are alcoholics. I’ve had roommates I’ve had to deal with, I’ve had co-workers I’ve had to deal with and I’ve had people I like I’ve tried to “have their back” for and it was all completely and utterly fucking pointless because I will never, ever, ever mean more to them, than drugs and alcohol.
So fuck the lot of ‘em.
Have your shitty little backstabbing lives. Cry like a baby every time someone says, “Boo” to you. Whine, piss and moan about how life isn’t fair to you and people are mean. Be a fucking coward and stay silent and seated when you should be standing up to help solve the problem. Be useless. Be a fucking loser. Suck it.
I’m done.
