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alwaysbeenasmiler) wrote2017-05-25 09:44 am
alwaysbeenasmiler) wrote2017-05-25 09:44 am
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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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But yay for it being your Friday now! ♥