Special Hell
"If you take sexual advantage of her, you're going to burn in a very special level of hell. A level they reserve for child molesters and people who talk at the theater."
Today was a very special day. Today I hated my job for the first time. I haven't talked about it much, I know. Haven't talked about anything of substance really. There's been a lot, i guess.
I decided to write one of those entries you should never, ever write. The kind where you talk about what a bunch of assholes your bosses are.
My immediate superior, Mike, is a decent guy. He has a hard edge, sure. But he's efficient and I appreciate that. But he has a horrible habit of redirecting his anger to those of us on his van when he's having other issues. Namely the fact that he's dating the other boss.
I was late today, and I was pissed about it. There's these railroad tracks right in front of my work, and there are these orange backhoe type things on wheels that go on the tracks. I see them all the time. Well today, they were sprawled out across the tracks, chilling. So at first, I see the lights flashing and I'm like no big deal, I have time to wait out a train. Well 15 minutes later, they're still chilling on the tracks. so i was 7 minutes late or some nonsense.
Mike proceeded to rip into me, acting like I'm late all the time and I'm a terrible employee. and I'm like WTF. I've been late ONCE the whole time I work there. and I worked my ass off helping the temporary van driver when he was gone yesterday. I was immediately pissed when he rips into me, but I kept my cool. He's my boss, so he can tell me what he thinks I should do.
But then he made a mistake. He phrased something improperly.
"I don't understand why you wouldn't get here 15 minutes early and wait. Why wouldn't you do that, it makes no sense to me."
To which I calmly responded, "No, it wouldn't. Your life is not my life." The man knows nothing about me.
Well defending myself sent him tumbling into a frenzy. I sat calmly and did my best to look bored and condescending.
It really did ruin the whole day though. I wanted to slaughter everyone I came in contact with. Besides Mrs. Brown, of course, who is the epitome of awesome. I wished I had superpowers so I could throw cars around and break shit. If I could have called down a meteor on the place without dying, I would have. Rip some people's faces clean off.
A lot has happened that is actually worthy of writing about, I just never do.
Jeff is as difficult as ever. I see James almost every day.
One thing I am optimistic about though is reforging a friendship with Robert. It seems strange to just pick up where we left off after several months, but I think our personalities make it ok.
I've been trying to spend some time with my mom lately. We went out to Denny's on Monday and chilled and chatted. It was a lot of fun. But when we talked about gay for more than 15 minutes, I changed the subject. Its really important to talk about, but its getting to dominate our conversations and that annoys me. But apparantly she has a little flamer faggot friend at her second job, so that should be good for her.
We talked about how I keep thinking I should be in Florida for a while, because my Dad can't handle the responsiblity of my grandmother.
I mused that I didn't know how someone could fail so utterly at life as my father has.
"Apathy." She stated plainly. Apathy is death. my mind echoed. Hearing my mother speak my a personal mantra of mine brought to me a great joy.
Today was a very special day. Today I hated my job for the first time. I haven't talked about it much, I know. Haven't talked about anything of substance really. There's been a lot, i guess.
I decided to write one of those entries you should never, ever write. The kind where you talk about what a bunch of assholes your bosses are.
My immediate superior, Mike, is a decent guy. He has a hard edge, sure. But he's efficient and I appreciate that. But he has a horrible habit of redirecting his anger to those of us on his van when he's having other issues. Namely the fact that he's dating the other boss.
I was late today, and I was pissed about it. There's these railroad tracks right in front of my work, and there are these orange backhoe type things on wheels that go on the tracks. I see them all the time. Well today, they were sprawled out across the tracks, chilling. So at first, I see the lights flashing and I'm like no big deal, I have time to wait out a train. Well 15 minutes later, they're still chilling on the tracks. so i was 7 minutes late or some nonsense.
Mike proceeded to rip into me, acting like I'm late all the time and I'm a terrible employee. and I'm like WTF. I've been late ONCE the whole time I work there. and I worked my ass off helping the temporary van driver when he was gone yesterday. I was immediately pissed when he rips into me, but I kept my cool. He's my boss, so he can tell me what he thinks I should do.
But then he made a mistake. He phrased something improperly.
"I don't understand why you wouldn't get here 15 minutes early and wait. Why wouldn't you do that, it makes no sense to me."
To which I calmly responded, "No, it wouldn't. Your life is not my life." The man knows nothing about me.
Well defending myself sent him tumbling into a frenzy. I sat calmly and did my best to look bored and condescending.
It really did ruin the whole day though. I wanted to slaughter everyone I came in contact with. Besides Mrs. Brown, of course, who is the epitome of awesome. I wished I had superpowers so I could throw cars around and break shit. If I could have called down a meteor on the place without dying, I would have. Rip some people's faces clean off.
A lot has happened that is actually worthy of writing about, I just never do.
Jeff is as difficult as ever. I see James almost every day.
One thing I am optimistic about though is reforging a friendship with Robert. It seems strange to just pick up where we left off after several months, but I think our personalities make it ok.
I've been trying to spend some time with my mom lately. We went out to Denny's on Monday and chilled and chatted. It was a lot of fun. But when we talked about gay for more than 15 minutes, I changed the subject. Its really important to talk about, but its getting to dominate our conversations and that annoys me. But apparantly she has a little flamer faggot friend at her second job, so that should be good for her.
We talked about how I keep thinking I should be in Florida for a while, because my Dad can't handle the responsiblity of my grandmother.
I mused that I didn't know how someone could fail so utterly at life as my father has.
"Apathy." She stated plainly. Apathy is death. my mind echoed. Hearing my mother speak my a personal mantra of mine brought to me a great joy.