Son of a bitch...
I knew he was gonna get me.
I had the wrong day, yeah, but I had the time pretty close. Oh well. At least now I know what that "sexy" shit was about. Yes, I'm talkin' about TC.Apparently, when he mentioned "sexy" last Friday, he was referring to the fact that I don't make myself sound like a goddamned wrestler over the PA system. Using the adjective "sexy" was Numbnut's way of "telling me to speak up". Oh. Silly fuckin' ME for not gettin' that. Obscure much, ASSWIPE? I found this out yesterday (Monday) after he gave me shit for not talking loud enough and as much as threatened to fire me for it.
Dick. Thanks to PMS, I friggin' LOST IT when he mouthed off at me.
Wound up pacing in the basement, smoking a cigarette, crying and talking outloud to myself because of him. Went to Sweetie, too, oh yes I fuckin' did. In fact, that was when I melted down.
Had noooo idea I was going to, either, til I did.
Damn his soul.
(TC's, of course...) After telling Sweetie that TC had "just threatened to fire me", I'm not too sure of what I was sayin', but I heard Sweetie saying, "Aw, no. Don't cry. Are ya fired? No. Don't worry about it. You just do need to speak up a little, is all... Will you stop crying? Geez. G'wan, go smoke a cigarette and don't worry about it. Really. You're fine." That's when I headed downstairs. Lord God ALMIGHTY, I wanted to lay him out verbally, that turd.
I didn't even care if he, or anybody else, heard me talking down there.
Everything I was saying is true.
And, if I thought for one second this asshole has the capacity to handle it, I'd say it all to his face, but he truly cannot handle the truth. I truly cannot handle his lack of credibility when he's bitching at me. Maybe I do need to SCREAM at him. Fine.
BUT... where he gets this "I'm getting tired of telling you this shit every day..." and horseshit like that, I do NOT know. Number one, he doesn't even SEE me every day.
So, he does NOT tell me ANYTHING every day. Two, I live my entire professional life endeavoring to not make it so he HAS to say anything to me every day. And, he doesn't. So, when he gets all fuckin' stupid and starts with the "every day" shit, then ups it to "... and if you can't speak up, you don't have to work here.", I. just. go. BERZERK!!!!! One of these days... I swear.... I was mentally fucked after that.
Not long after, I asked Sweetie how much we charge for a "side of monkey dish".
He just kinda looked at me, then I heard what I'd said.
"Aw, shit. I mean, what do we charge for a monkey dish of cole slaw? *giggle*"
He told me the price, then bopped me on the head with the menu, giggling himself. A side of monkey dish.
Hokay. *jeezus* Warn't much better after that, even after I talked to Sweetie again, after Mr. Personality had gone (the FUCK) home. Hell, I still ain't right behind that shit.
Threaten my fuckin' JOB?
DO WHAT?
BECAUSA WHAT?
Oh, fuck you, man. It's goddamn 12:27 am right now and I've already made a whole batch of chocolate cookies with white chips and I'm about to make a batch of the opposite, or "regular" Tollhouse. I oughta be in bed.
However, thanks to that nimrod, here I am.
Awake.
Baking what amounts to a third ass cheek, if I eat halfa this shit, and I'm still kinda pissed. Even though, in my second talk with Sweetie about him, Sweetie confirmed all that I had been thinking about why TC is like he is. Sweetie nearly quoted me to myself in fact.
The part about how it had better be the most important thing because it's his whole life... He's not an owner and I think, after today, even if he did "fire" me, it'd be rescinded by any of the three owners, unless, of course, TC was 100% correct and I had done something completely outrageous, which I ain't gonna do.
Not even beating the snot outta that stupid chick. I am, however, going to "handle" her myself.
I talked to Sweetie about her too, a little.
He likes her, unfortunately.
So far, anyway. So, being stuck with her on nights isn't an "if". It's a "when".
And, when it happens and she starts her shit like I already know she's gonna, I will tell her EXPLICITLY what the deal is.
There will be no questions.
There will be no test.
Get it wrong, she's fucked. I'll decide what that means when I need to.
Deciding now would be beyond "overboard/not fair" to her, because she'd be paying for my PMS and TCS, which is "Terrorist Cook Shit".
Let's just let her pay her own debts.
Meantime, I'm back to "never been in a fight, can never BE in fught, 'cause I'd literally KILL the asshole I was beating on, because all the rage I've felt my whole life over everything 2 bazillion other people have done would all come pounding out."
God help me. Anyway... oughta get back to the cookies. And, just in case having said this 42 million times already hasn't been enough... I'D RATHER HAVE TO SHAVE EVERY MONTH (OR DAY) THAN PUT WITH THIS SHIT ANYMORE, EVER AGAIN.
(Meaning PMS and it's attendant BULLSHIT.) Besides which, if I was a GUY, TC would be nicer.
LIFE would be nicer, except I'd still hafta dick around with fuckin' women. Or, I could be like TC, alone, bitter and mean.
Which is kinda the result of PMS anyway, so why NOT?
Why not go on and make me a guy? I hate every thing "feminine". Including pansy-assed bullies who can't be nice, lest they spontaneously combust or whatever it is he tells himself so he can STAND himself, which I don't see how he can anyway. Maybe he can't.
Maybe that has to do with his attitude too. If so, it's a self-fulfilling prophecy kinda thing, a cyclic hunk of bullshit behavior that's gonna eventually suck him the rest of the way down his life's toilet.
While I stand there (finger on the little silver handle) and watch. Fire THIS, motherfucker. (And yeah, ya'll know I'm doing the single finger sal-lute...) Peace
(as in if ya's have any to spare, can ya shoosh it on over this way, please? thanks...)
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