This was bound to happen. I'm overworked, I'm sleep deprived, my boss is a total dick, my co-workers are morons, and the customers in this particular place are prima donna princesses who treat me like a lower life form. In summary, I was a ticking time bomb.
This was my third Monday at this location. The princesses at this place have got me dreading coming in. I'm fuming at the prospect of what my day has in store for me and my first sight is this moron poking his head into our construction storage room. There's a big sign on the door that was closed "DO NOT ENTER CONSTRUCTION PERSONEL ONLY", but since he was curious it didn't apply to him. Apparently drywall, putty, paint cans and furniture on dollies are amusingly facinating because his dumbass grinning face is staring in amazement at the mess of the room. He is in too much of a trance to hear my first "Excuse me" so I get closer and loudly repeat myself. This snaps him out of it enough to move almost a whole quarter of an inch. With a sigh and a shrug, I push my way through him. This took the smile off his face, but it came back when I began my facinating work of looking at plans and taking my tools out. Eventually he moved on.
I'm going over things and I notice that there's two computers that got mixed in with the ones in storage. Even though nobody works for the first two hours, they only socialize and bitch about the move, the shit will absolutely hit the fan if these computers aren't on their desks and they can't work. I don't have the proper cart to move computers, so I have to move them by hand, piece by piece. I'm carrying a heavy CPU and delicately balancing a monitor with it. I go around the first corner and there's my buddy, standing in the exact middle of the walkway. Once again the first "excuse me" is ignored, once again I get the quarter inch shift once he clues in. I bite my tongue. I make the return trip and have to squeeze my way past him again. I pick up the other CPU and monitor and head around the corner. Buddy has taken up his favorite position and we go through the same dance again. As I squeeze past him I utter under my breath "Fucking moron." With a shit smelling sneer on his face he says "I beg your pardon?" I pause for a second and think about it.... fuck it .... "I said fucking moron. Don't you think there's a better place to stand than the middle of the walkway. Don't you think you can move more than a quarter of a fucking inch when someone is trying to get past?" He was stunned at this, just fearfully looking at me. I gave it a second and moved on.
Later in the morning the move co-ordinator came up to me.
MC: What's going on, Bill said you called him an asshole.
Me: I didn't call anybody an asshole.
MC: He told me you told him off while you were carrying a computer.
Me: Oh, that guy... I didn't call him an asshole, I called him a fucking moron.
MC: Ummm, okay.
Me: Yeah, he's standing in the construction office, won't get out of my way, then when I'm carrying the computer, he's standing in the middle of the walkway and won't get out of the way... he's a fucking moron.
MC: Ummm, are you okay Jay?
Me: As a matter of fact no, but I'll get by as long as these idiots give me some co-operation and show me an ounce of respect.
My history and relationship with her got me through this point, but I know she spoke to my boss about it. That was Monday, it's now Saturday and I had no repercussions at all, not even a talking to, not even a question, no mention whatsoever. It's a real tight ship this clown is running.
This was my third Monday at this location. The princesses at this place have got me dreading coming in. I'm fuming at the prospect of what my day has in store for me and my first sight is this moron poking his head into our construction storage room. There's a big sign on the door that was closed "DO NOT ENTER CONSTRUCTION PERSONEL ONLY", but since he was curious it didn't apply to him. Apparently drywall, putty, paint cans and furniture on dollies are amusingly facinating because his dumbass grinning face is staring in amazement at the mess of the room. He is in too much of a trance to hear my first "Excuse me" so I get closer and loudly repeat myself. This snaps him out of it enough to move almost a whole quarter of an inch. With a sigh and a shrug, I push my way through him. This took the smile off his face, but it came back when I began my facinating work of looking at plans and taking my tools out. Eventually he moved on.
I'm going over things and I notice that there's two computers that got mixed in with the ones in storage. Even though nobody works for the first two hours, they only socialize and bitch about the move, the shit will absolutely hit the fan if these computers aren't on their desks and they can't work. I don't have the proper cart to move computers, so I have to move them by hand, piece by piece. I'm carrying a heavy CPU and delicately balancing a monitor with it. I go around the first corner and there's my buddy, standing in the exact middle of the walkway. Once again the first "excuse me" is ignored, once again I get the quarter inch shift once he clues in. I bite my tongue. I make the return trip and have to squeeze my way past him again. I pick up the other CPU and monitor and head around the corner. Buddy has taken up his favorite position and we go through the same dance again. As I squeeze past him I utter under my breath "Fucking moron." With a shit smelling sneer on his face he says "I beg your pardon?" I pause for a second and think about it.... fuck it .... "I said fucking moron. Don't you think there's a better place to stand than the middle of the walkway. Don't you think you can move more than a quarter of a fucking inch when someone is trying to get past?" He was stunned at this, just fearfully looking at me. I gave it a second and moved on.
Later in the morning the move co-ordinator came up to me.
MC: What's going on, Bill said you called him an asshole.
Me: I didn't call anybody an asshole.
MC: He told me you told him off while you were carrying a computer.
Me: Oh, that guy... I didn't call him an asshole, I called him a fucking moron.
MC: Ummm, okay.
Me: Yeah, he's standing in the construction office, won't get out of my way, then when I'm carrying the computer, he's standing in the middle of the walkway and won't get out of the way... he's a fucking moron.
MC: Ummm, are you okay Jay?
Me: As a matter of fact no, but I'll get by as long as these idiots give me some co-operation and show me an ounce of respect.
My history and relationship with her got me through this point, but I know she spoke to my boss about it. That was Monday, it's now Saturday and I had no repercussions at all, not even a talking to, not even a question, no mention whatsoever. It's a real tight ship this clown is running.

He is my Black Dragon (and yes, a good one) strong, protective, the guardian. I am his Silver Dragon, always by his side, shining for him, cherishing him.

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