OMFG WORK IS SO MUCH FUN GUYZ
Last night I had the same kind of response. There's this guy at work, and I know he's got issues with sensory processing and communicating which make him slower on the uptake and cause him to get frustrated easily when he's trying to process a lot of info at once, so I give him a lot of leeway, but his total lack of empathy (and rolling his eyes at me like I'm an idiot for having empathy in the first place) and his stubborn temper just grate on me.
So last night, he was sorting his load, and he got this box of frames, and he was convinced it was mine, even after I said it wasn't (there was no label saying whose it was) and I told him to scan it and it wasn't in the system, but I told him it wasn't mine and it must be some new thing he was getting in his area, so he walks away with it and tosses over his shoulder "whatever, it's going to be yours, but if you don't want to do your work, I'll do it for you" and I LOST IT. I snapped that he was being ridiculous, because sometimes he gets picture frames in his area, so to say I wasn't doing my job was uncalled for since we didn't know where the box went in the first place, and I told him to give me the box and I'd have someone scan it with the high-tech hand held scanner that the pricing team has (we lowly stockers have to use the wall scanner and it's useless most of the time) so he THROWS THE BOX AT ME. Excuse me, in my direction, not technically AT me, but STILL. So I go and have it scanned, and it turns out that it wasn't his OR mine, it went in the furniture area, but I was still right that it wasn't mine, and his being a dickface wasn't called FOR. So I brought it over to him and explained that it went in furniture, so it wasn't mine, and he rolled his eyes and said "WHATEVER, FINE" and he starts walking away while I'm still talking to him, so I get pissed again and then I said that out of everyone at work, I was one of the only ones who never talks to him like he's stupid (the others sometimes call him stupid to his face) and I act like he's capable of understanding so I try to communicate with him, and I'd appreciate it if he'd stop treating me like crap, and he yells "I WASN'T TREATING YOU LIKE CRAP BLAH BLAH ARGH" and I said "well you threw the box at me!" and he says "I didn't throw it AT you I threw it TO you" and at that point I realize communication is going nowhere, so I walk away while he's still yelling at me, and I say loudly "I'm going to walk away while you're talking to me because that's fun for me" which is extremely mature of me, I know.
This happens once every few months, he and I blow up at each other, and usually if I avoid him the rest of the night, we're fine by the end of the night, but this time he wouldn't talk to me, even when I helped him empty his trash at the end of the night. So I get the silent treatment and get to stew in my own juices and know he's probably not going to even think about this again while I'm sitting here still upset about it all, and that's what pisses me off the most. I hate it that I was a dick too, so I can't pretend it was just him, but he DOESN'T EVEN FUCKING CARE SO WHY DO I STILL CARE ABOUT IT ARGH.
Plus my feet hurt so badly after work and I had to walk home, which means I was in way too much pain to walk to church, and this is the fourth week I've missed in a row, and it pisses me off and they're going to forget I exist and WHY DOES THIS FUCKING DAY SUCK SO MUCH.
My arthritis hurts and I feel like a feeble, pissy old woman. I try to be a good person but I get in my own goddamn way being a dick instead and I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired (and I'm sick and tired of being a dick and tired, too).
So last night, he was sorting his load, and he got this box of frames, and he was convinced it was mine, even after I said it wasn't (there was no label saying whose it was) and I told him to scan it and it wasn't in the system, but I told him it wasn't mine and it must be some new thing he was getting in his area, so he walks away with it and tosses over his shoulder "whatever, it's going to be yours, but if you don't want to do your work, I'll do it for you" and I LOST IT. I snapped that he was being ridiculous, because sometimes he gets picture frames in his area, so to say I wasn't doing my job was uncalled for since we didn't know where the box went in the first place, and I told him to give me the box and I'd have someone scan it with the high-tech hand held scanner that the pricing team has (we lowly stockers have to use the wall scanner and it's useless most of the time) so he THROWS THE BOX AT ME. Excuse me, in my direction, not technically AT me, but STILL. So I go and have it scanned, and it turns out that it wasn't his OR mine, it went in the furniture area, but I was still right that it wasn't mine, and his being a dickface wasn't called FOR. So I brought it over to him and explained that it went in furniture, so it wasn't mine, and he rolled his eyes and said "WHATEVER, FINE" and he starts walking away while I'm still talking to him, so I get pissed again and then I said that out of everyone at work, I was one of the only ones who never talks to him like he's stupid (the others sometimes call him stupid to his face) and I act like he's capable of understanding so I try to communicate with him, and I'd appreciate it if he'd stop treating me like crap, and he yells "I WASN'T TREATING YOU LIKE CRAP BLAH BLAH ARGH" and I said "well you threw the box at me!" and he says "I didn't throw it AT you I threw it TO you" and at that point I realize communication is going nowhere, so I walk away while he's still yelling at me, and I say loudly "I'm going to walk away while you're talking to me because that's fun for me" which is extremely mature of me, I know.
This happens once every few months, he and I blow up at each other, and usually if I avoid him the rest of the night, we're fine by the end of the night, but this time he wouldn't talk to me, even when I helped him empty his trash at the end of the night. So I get the silent treatment and get to stew in my own juices and know he's probably not going to even think about this again while I'm sitting here still upset about it all, and that's what pisses me off the most. I hate it that I was a dick too, so I can't pretend it was just him, but he DOESN'T EVEN FUCKING CARE SO WHY DO I STILL CARE ABOUT IT ARGH.
Plus my feet hurt so badly after work and I had to walk home, which means I was in way too much pain to walk to church, and this is the fourth week I've missed in a row, and it pisses me off and they're going to forget I exist and WHY DOES THIS FUCKING DAY SUCK SO MUCH.
My arthritis hurts and I feel like a feeble, pissy old woman. I try to be a good person but I get in my own goddamn way being a dick instead and I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired (and I'm sick and tired of being a dick and tired, too).