Christ things are tense at work. They really shouldn't be, its a shit job. Shit jobs aren't supposed to be tense, are they? It's like a rule somewhere or something. Two separate incidences late in the day with the most volitile tempers in the office (mine and Cicely ) have made work an uncomfortable place to be. And all could be avoided if we just tried to do our jobs and didn't worry about other people. Of course that doesn't happen... EVER!
Cicely's thing is first, mainly because you have no idea who she is. She's this woman, about 26 from Savannah trying to raise herself from her ghetto surroundings. Now there's nothing wrong with being a little ghetto and to her credit she is normally very refined. She's slender, statuesque woman who could be a model. If I thought she'd do it I'd try yo convence her to send pics into SG, but she's not ready for that yet. Every so often though, the ghetto slips out and ... well, it's not pretty. Her last breakup ended in a fistfight that I'm pretty sure she won.
There's a whole lot of "Oh no she DID NOT!" when she gets pissed.
At any rate, she and another friend of mine work there and they took an instant dislike to one another. It's lovely for me because I get stuck in the middle all the time. I finally said enough, so I don't get it as much, but I try to act as mediator when I can. Well, Cicely was (or might have been, I really don't know at this point) taking a personal call when she should have been working. Everyone there was annoyed , but didn't say anything because the manger wasn't there. My other friend Alex (the one that Cicely can't stand) is married to a man from Mexico, who also works with up. I always thought it was a bad idea for couples to work together, but I did get them both the jobs! Anyway her very protective husband decided that someone should say something and he was going to be the one to do it! So he did, Cicely blamed Alex who denied having anything to do with it, and there's a big shouting match. Now everybody's upset and 3 of my friends are in a situation that ... well, fucks up things for everyone else.
My thing is nothing more than a pissing match. This stupid fucker with the dull stare of a dairy cow keeps trying my patience. He constantly does things that show absolutely no regard for me and I finally got pissed and deal with it, unfortunately it was in a civized manner and I didn't get to have any real fun. I would refer to him as an ignorant mother fucker, but that is 1) and insult to mother fuckers everywhere, and 2) probably grossly inaccurate, since I'm pretty sure the last vagina he saw was wrapped around his neck and a doctor was yelling "push!" My only real regret is that I took the path that didn't get me fired instead of going with my first instinct and clubbing him in the head with the aluminium pipe I have in my car (it's day-glo blue!).
Tomorrow we have the company love in where we try to resolve all the issues just so we can make it through another day at the office...
... should be fun. I think I may be coming down with something. Might have to call in.
... Oh, and I guess I lied about the post being shorter... sorry.
Cicely's thing is first, mainly because you have no idea who she is. She's this woman, about 26 from Savannah trying to raise herself from her ghetto surroundings. Now there's nothing wrong with being a little ghetto and to her credit she is normally very refined. She's slender, statuesque woman who could be a model. If I thought she'd do it I'd try yo convence her to send pics into SG, but she's not ready for that yet. Every so often though, the ghetto slips out and ... well, it's not pretty. Her last breakup ended in a fistfight that I'm pretty sure she won.
There's a whole lot of "Oh no she DID NOT!" when she gets pissed.
At any rate, she and another friend of mine work there and they took an instant dislike to one another. It's lovely for me because I get stuck in the middle all the time. I finally said enough, so I don't get it as much, but I try to act as mediator when I can. Well, Cicely was (or might have been, I really don't know at this point) taking a personal call when she should have been working. Everyone there was annoyed , but didn't say anything because the manger wasn't there. My other friend Alex (the one that Cicely can't stand) is married to a man from Mexico, who also works with up. I always thought it was a bad idea for couples to work together, but I did get them both the jobs! Anyway her very protective husband decided that someone should say something and he was going to be the one to do it! So he did, Cicely blamed Alex who denied having anything to do with it, and there's a big shouting match. Now everybody's upset and 3 of my friends are in a situation that ... well, fucks up things for everyone else.
My thing is nothing more than a pissing match. This stupid fucker with the dull stare of a dairy cow keeps trying my patience. He constantly does things that show absolutely no regard for me and I finally got pissed and deal with it, unfortunately it was in a civized manner and I didn't get to have any real fun. I would refer to him as an ignorant mother fucker, but that is 1) and insult to mother fuckers everywhere, and 2) probably grossly inaccurate, since I'm pretty sure the last vagina he saw was wrapped around his neck and a doctor was yelling "push!" My only real regret is that I took the path that didn't get me fired instead of going with my first instinct and clubbing him in the head with the aluminium pipe I have in my car (it's day-glo blue!).
Tomorrow we have the company love in where we try to resolve all the issues just so we can make it through another day at the office...
... should be fun. I think I may be coming down with something. Might have to call in.
... Oh, and I guess I lied about the post being shorter... sorry.