Jack Hinks (dangerous_beans) wrote in bitches_r_us,
Jack Hinks
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Watertower. Long gun. Scope.

First: I do something _nice_ for my asshole brother by bringing him into work so he's not late. Nothing hateful about that, in fact given the fact I went 10 minutes out of my way for drive time and 30 minutes out of my way work-time, I think it was pretty generous since I don't like the guy.

Second: I had to do callbacks at work. Something I loathe, but hey, it's not always so bad. Until I get this bitter, bitter, horrid old man. I know profanity in a whole lotta languages, considering I'm not fluent in any (including English! meh), but I don't know near enough to accurately describe what a waste of humanity this guy was. 1) He was verbally abusive to two of the newbs at work, when I was being Miss Customer Service, he was rude. 2) Enough so that my instant reaction was "When you die you bitter old son of a bitch, NOBODY is going to miss you." I typically over-react, see below. I don't have near enough language prowess to show how hateful this man was.

Third: Paul (see the first) asked if I'd bring him into town. I told him this morning that I didn't know, I'd see how I was feeling after work. CS stuff is hard, it's the busiest time of the year for the company, the season changing makes me tired and want to hibernate (or alternately pick people off with a high power rifle). And finally at any given time I'm worrying about 15 different things and I'm stressed. So when I said "No" this evening about bringing him in, he asked if he could use my car. Against my better judgement I let him, I caved. He's now been gone over an hour and a half. Poultney is 15 minutes away - He has had more than enough time to get there, cash his cheque, buy gas and be back.

Fourth: His fucking girlfriend called. She and her wastes of sperm are some of the not-few people who I'd like to pick off. With her I'd make it as painful as possible. I'd like to use something that shoots shrapnel.

Fifth: Someone who for years had been a friend, I considered him old-world Southern gent, emailed me with a sort of apology. Why? He didn't actually say. Why should he have? Because a couple of months back I had a day worse than today, it was verging on so bad I would _NOT_ have been surprised to find out my mother had been in a fatal car accident. I would've had to kill myself after that news, but fortunately I over-react and think the worst when I'm having a pitiful excuse for a day. Anyway, yeah, just one of those really horrible days where the last thing on earth one needs to hear is "Oh. You're being female."
... So no, he didn't apologize for being a chauvinistic MALE, but he did manage to make today just slightly that much less charming.

I don't limit my hate to just males, really I don't. See comment about Tina and her fucking monster children. They're such awful brats that no-way I'm going to insult Satan by saying they're his. (Plus, c'mon, y'gotta think he's pretty smart and has a shit-load of pride. All the powers of hell and he couldn't do better than Tina? Gimme a fucking break.)
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