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I had never left work so angry-- (but I didn't post it last night, because I needed to channel my anger into something productive, and hence the icons that I made) I am not angry now, but it may come back if I have to look at dumbfucks mug.
It was a busy day-- I had to do the ferring line (that has to do with estrogen medicines, and progesterone-- all of those ladybit chemicals) and it is especially busy on Wednesday. Well I rocked out close to 13,000 units throughout the day (give or take a hundred, who knows) and I didn't get done until 8 pm (after having worked on that line since 11:30), so afterwards I take myself off to the desk to count then I get on the white golf cart since I have to go to the back to count stuff in the freezer.
*side note: first time I've driven the golf cart, so I was marveling about how wonderful it was-- it was a fairly joyless day so ANY simple pleasure I can take
Well I drive past the lines, going 'wheeee' loudly, so I didn't hear what was said. I say, "What the fuck, I earned this ride" so I took a few victory laps around the bins.
Then I park the golf cart, give it a pat and then head over to give my counts to Cheryl and Owen.
Only to be told by both Cheryl and Owen that when I was driving past, Michael StalSHIT said "Get to work"
They have no reason to lie to me, and being that I know PERSONALLY what a fucking pathological liar he is-- I know immediately that what they said was true.
So I go on a rampage, I can't believe that the King of Slowasses told ME to get to work, especially since at my slowest work pace, I am STILL faster then him. I am loud and I am not hiding the fact that I am completely and totally furious, because he needs to BUTT out of my life and focus on his own work; but hey-- maybe he wouldn't take those 20 min bathroom breaks every two hours (in addiction to regular break) if he didn't keep his CELLPHONE in his pocket the entire time-- hey nothing more fun then facebook on the shitter at work!
He comes up to me and vehemently denies saying it--- but I know him and I don't believe him for a second-- then I tell him to get out of my face. Michael refuses, insisting that he didn't say anything. That is when Owen says "Drop it"-- I mean, I have never heard my boyfriend sound so very menacing. Michael continued to, he wasn't stopping-- and Owen kept saying "Leave her alone" and "drop it". I believe without a shadow of a doubt if Supervisor Mike hadn't come by when he did-- there would of been a 5 ft 6 guy completely jumping and beating the shit out of a six foot dude, seriously-- my boyfriend was pissed and looked like he was about ready to go to war for me.
Since I was a bit frightened that Michael was going to be at my car-- Owen, Cheryl and I went to go talk to Cindy. Michael hung around away from us a little bit but then he gave up and went out to his own car to go home. And when I walked out with Owen, Michael did the first wise thing that I think he's ever done-- he actually left. Oh, I know he wanted to pursue the matter but I wanted to have nothing to do with him, I'd rather just ignore his existence like I usually do.
To all you who read through this; thank you-- I know it was long and somewhat negative. (You can also see why I just wanted the icon love last night)
On a happy note-- it's my friday! woohoo!
It was a busy day-- I had to do the ferring line (that has to do with estrogen medicines, and progesterone-- all of those ladybit chemicals) and it is especially busy on Wednesday. Well I rocked out close to 13,000 units throughout the day (give or take a hundred, who knows) and I didn't get done until 8 pm (after having worked on that line since 11:30), so afterwards I take myself off to the desk to count then I get on the white golf cart since I have to go to the back to count stuff in the freezer.
*side note: first time I've driven the golf cart, so I was marveling about how wonderful it was-- it was a fairly joyless day so ANY simple pleasure I can take
Well I drive past the lines, going 'wheeee' loudly, so I didn't hear what was said. I say, "What the fuck, I earned this ride" so I took a few victory laps around the bins.
Then I park the golf cart, give it a pat and then head over to give my counts to Cheryl and Owen.
Only to be told by both Cheryl and Owen that when I was driving past, Michael StalSHIT said "Get to work"
They have no reason to lie to me, and being that I know PERSONALLY what a fucking pathological liar he is-- I know immediately that what they said was true.
So I go on a rampage, I can't believe that the King of Slowasses told ME to get to work, especially since at my slowest work pace, I am STILL faster then him. I am loud and I am not hiding the fact that I am completely and totally furious, because he needs to BUTT out of my life and focus on his own work; but hey-- maybe he wouldn't take those 20 min bathroom breaks every two hours (in addiction to regular break) if he didn't keep his CELLPHONE in his pocket the entire time-- hey nothing more fun then facebook on the shitter at work!
He comes up to me and vehemently denies saying it--- but I know him and I don't believe him for a second-- then I tell him to get out of my face. Michael refuses, insisting that he didn't say anything. That is when Owen says "Drop it"-- I mean, I have never heard my boyfriend sound so very menacing. Michael continued to, he wasn't stopping-- and Owen kept saying "Leave her alone" and "drop it". I believe without a shadow of a doubt if Supervisor Mike hadn't come by when he did-- there would of been a 5 ft 6 guy completely jumping and beating the shit out of a six foot dude, seriously-- my boyfriend was pissed and looked like he was about ready to go to war for me.
Since I was a bit frightened that Michael was going to be at my car-- Owen, Cheryl and I went to go talk to Cindy. Michael hung around away from us a little bit but then he gave up and went out to his own car to go home. And when I walked out with Owen, Michael did the first wise thing that I think he's ever done-- he actually left. Oh, I know he wanted to pursue the matter but I wanted to have nothing to do with him, I'd rather just ignore his existence like I usually do.
To all you who read through this; thank you-- I know it was long and somewhat negative. (You can also see why I just wanted the icon love last night)
On a happy note-- it's my friday! woohoo!
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25/5/17 15:14 (UTC)(no subject)
27/5/17 06:21 (UTC)(no subject)
30/5/17 13:42 (UTC)(no subject)
25/5/17 15:24 (UTC)But yay for it being your Friday now! ♥
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25/5/17 15:51 (UTC)(no subject)
25/5/17 19:38 (UTC)maybe he wouldn't take those 20 min bathroom breaks every two hours
Sounds like a serious problem... like medically. xD
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27/5/17 06:26 (UTC)(no subject)
25/5/17 20:52 (UTC)(no subject)
28/5/17 18:48 (UTC)How they tolerate their own existence? It must be hard to be so nasty (and coward) all the time. But -somehow- they manage to make a career out of acting like that. Argh.
I always have the same thought: I wish *insert name here* gets an amazingly well paid job on the other end of the world, so *same name here* can leave for good and never come back! . If that ever happens, drinks are on me ✌
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28/5/17 19:04 (UTC)(no subject)
29/5/17 00:25 (UTC)What's the point of stalking you two? Is he... romantically interested in you?
I really, really hope he leaves! Some people are like dark clouds... once they disappear, everything shines again. Simple as that. (Simple and yet so difficult to make them move away!!!)
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29/5/17 00:36 (UTC)This continues for a little while longer and I am reporting him to HR
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29/5/17 12:16 (UTC)I understand him interfering in your relationship with somebody else, but his own brother?! That is twisted.
Our friend Mike is obsessed with you, and needs all the help he can get.
Please, keep us posted on what happens with this guy... and be sure to contact HR if he gets any creepier because you don't deserve to work in such environment :(
Is he still dating that girl? Does she know her boyfriend is a weirdo?
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29/5/17 12:57 (UTC)(no subject)
30/5/17 02:01 (UTC)Poor woman, I sure hope she knows what she's in for...
Maybe we can help him job-hunt? XD Anything to get him out of the way!
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30/5/17 02:09 (UTC)Goody for her--
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30/5/17 17:34 (UTC)And look at your guy. Ha. Owen sounds awesome.