Friday, December 03, 2010
Knuckle Dragging Mouth Breathers
It’s hilarious at work anymore. Bitch can’t stop talking about me which, naturally, makes me laugh. Clearly she is upset that I called her on her shit, she’s running scared right now and trying to do everything in her power to get me canned. She’s even making stuff up! Oh! And get this one! A co-worker who has befriended her and her husband, (boy did he pick the wrong people to associate with), stated that if I tried to “hit” Bitch, (which, remember, I never said I was going to do, she dramatically embellished and blew my, “you and me, after work, are going to have a nice talk”, WAY out of proportion), that he would, “beat my ass”. Isn’t that adorable? Wow, you’re such an awesome guy! You’re going to beat MY ass? HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!
Another co-worker, male, told me this. He asked me not to say anything about it. I won’t. He said he wants to hear the guy say it and should this asshole say it again, this particular co-worker is going to go off on him, tell him, “What kind of a pussy are you? You’re going to hit a girl? Why don’t you man up and hit me? I’ll kick your ass and I guarantee I won’t hurt you nearly as much as she would. She’d wipe the floor with you.”
That shit cracks me up.
This idea that I can kick the living shit out of people stems from the knowledge that I was once in the military as an MP. Sure, we learned how to defend ourselves and avoid getting hurt. We learned how to detain people who were unruly. But we didn’t, “kick people’s ass”. But I don’t correct them when they say these things. I just let them say it and let them think it. I have never threatened, in person, to beat the shit out of anyone. I’ve thought about it. I’ve daydreamed about doing it but I’ve never told anyone I would. I prefer to use my brains and outsmart the idiot and let them hang themselves with their mouth. Seriously, to me? That’s the ultimate revenge. Being patient, taking the shit, dealing with hostility, being called every name in the book, being talked shit about, being “hated” by losers....whatever. Eventually, those people WILL hang themselves, dig their own graves and look like fools and there isn’t a thing they can do to me because of it. Kicking someone’s ass gets you thrown in jail. For what? A loser? Please. If I’m going to be thrown in jail for something, I’m going to make sure the person is worth it, first. And trust me, this Bitch? LOL! Not even on the fucking radar.
So. Today, this particular co-worker, (who has also been getting shit on because “they” know he has my back), and I asked the manager if we could take a boat out and take some photos. It was slow as hell, (always is at this time of year), and what are we going to do? Sit around and wait for someone to ask us to change the handtowels in the bathroom? The manager had no problem with this request. (Coincidentally, the manager also despises, actually, his word was, “hate”, these two, Bitch and her husband. Why? Because they treated him like shit when he first got here, tried to get him fired from the start and have lied their asses off to him several times. And they talked some serious shit when he became manager and many people were more than happy to inform manager about this. He hates them. Ha.)
We get all of our work done so that no one can bitch and moan about that and towards the end of the day, we get our cameras, double check that it’s ok to do this and off we go. I took some photos along the way and will be sharing them with you. But I wanted to tell you how it was when we got back.
We pulled up to the dock and there was Bitch with some lame ass excuse as to why she needed to be outside, near the dock. (She works at the counter, she doesn’t work outside.) She then went over to another co-worker of mine and leaned against a fence, talking to him and shooting evil glares my way. So, I said, to the particular co-worker....let’s call him...Charlie. So I said to Charlie, loud enough for Bitch to hear, “Hey Charlie, remember how I told you about the nosy cows? That lady was saying how every time they put something out, the cows had to come over and investigate; that they were so nosy about everything?” (This is true, I was reading a forum about a lady and husband who were building their own home in the mountains and a neighbor of theirs has cows. They allowed the cows to roam on their land but while they were building and fixing and doing things, the cows kept messing things up because they could not keep their noses out of the humans’ business.)
I’m sure the Bitch got the picture but what is she going to do? Cry to the boss that I called her a nosy cow? Go ahead. Please do. And should the boss ever ask me about it, I can tell him, “I was talking about a forum I was reading. I can give you the web address to read it yourself if you would like. It’s not my fault she thought I was talking about her. Maybe she had a guilty conscious.” You know, to make her look like a fool. Cause that is fun!
You see, Bitch and her husband and the “I’ll beat her ass” co-worker were PISSED off! that I DARED to go out and do something fun! HOW DARE ME! I should not be allowed to have fun at work! I should sit and be by myself, ostracized, hated by all, do all the hard, manual labor by myself, cry, while they all stand around the counter and party and laugh and love the shit out of each other because they are good people, I’m the big, bad meanie!
Idiots.
The fact that Bitch could not ruin this for me NOR “tell on me”, really, really, really bothered her. She was ticked the hell right off because there wasn’t a damn thing she could do about it. Suck it, hag.
Anyway, today, Charlie and I talked a lot. He feels like I do, now. I’ve felt this way for about 2 or so years of the 3.5 years I’ve been working here. He’s been here 20 years and he’s just now getting fed up with it all. He is sick of the backstabbing, the manipulation, the childish behavior, the lying, the threats, all of it. He is sick of being around negative people. He’s dying for intelligent conversation. He told me he is about to snap. He is about to go off. And I’ve seen him go off before....it really is not a pretty thing. He’s a ticking time bomb....he’s ready to explode. And you know what? When that happens? Some heads, as they say, are going to roll. He may end up losing his job because of it despite the fact that he’s been here 20 fucking years because the boss does not appreciate anyone who works here....but some heads are going to fucking roll when he does lose it.
I kinda look forward to that day.
Anyway, I’m going to add the photos in the next post because I have no desire to sully the beauty with such negativity and bullshit childness that surrounded the whole thing. I hope you enjoy.
