Return of the man-child
Assistant manager: *rolling up* "What part of MINE didn't you understand?"
Me: "Huh?"
AM: "I told you I was going to buy that Lego TIE fighter, but it somehow ended up on the floor and was sold."
Me: "I didn't touch it."
AM: "Apparently, no one did, but it's gone."
Me: *annoyed* "Maybe (manager) put it out. Maybe (owner) put it out."
AM: (Manager) wouldn't, because he knew I was going to buy it."
Me: *really annoyed* "Well, I DIDN'T."
AM: *flounces off in a huff*
He later apologized, apparently realizing that I was kind of pissed off at being accused of putting out his precious Lego*. My counterargument was, do you really think I said, fuck you, I'm putting the TIE fighter out? Because if I decide to tell you to fuck off, it's not going to be through the medium of Lego. He seemed to accept that.
I was really rather offended, not just because the accusation was baseless, but because I just am not passive-aggressive. I prefer to smother my feelings, choking them down until they erupt, Krakatoa-like, raining destruction down on all those around me. I might have hit him with the Lego, but I wouldn't have sold it.
God, I want to work with adults again.
*Jesus, it's not a kidney, it's Lego. Can we have a little perspective, please?
Me: "Huh?"
AM: "I told you I was going to buy that Lego TIE fighter, but it somehow ended up on the floor and was sold."
Me: "I didn't touch it."
AM: "Apparently, no one did, but it's gone."
Me: *annoyed* "Maybe (manager) put it out. Maybe (owner) put it out."
AM: (Manager) wouldn't, because he knew I was going to buy it."
Me: *really annoyed* "Well, I DIDN'T."
AM: *flounces off in a huff*
He later apologized, apparently realizing that I was kind of pissed off at being accused of putting out his precious Lego*. My counterargument was, do you really think I said, fuck you, I'm putting the TIE fighter out? Because if I decide to tell you to fuck off, it's not going to be through the medium of Lego. He seemed to accept that.
I was really rather offended, not just because the accusation was baseless, but because I just am not passive-aggressive. I prefer to smother my feelings, choking them down until they erupt, Krakatoa-like, raining destruction down on all those around me. I might have hit him with the Lego, but I wouldn't have sold it.
God, I want to work with adults again.
*Jesus, it's not a kidney, it's Lego. Can we have a little perspective, please?