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...about a bitch [Uber rant ahead, serious life problem]
13 years ago
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*sigh* hey, friends and fans...
...well... I'm going to start by saying right off the bat that I'm sorry to have to do this rant... but to be all honest, I need to vent steam pretty bad at the moment. Expect swearing, expect cruel things to say, but this is a pretty serious IRL problem that occurred to me just an hour ago and I'm still boiling over it.
So, allow me to explain a little history before I begin (some ranting may happen as well)...
Back when I was a teenager, one of the jobs I used to fund my going to college was a cashier at a grocery store. It wasn't a great job, but it did what it needed (until I quit due to having shifts cut back too much that I couldn't afford working there). It was a bit hectic at times, but I attempted to remain as professional as possible and just slog through it (though I do have some funny stories from working there).
However, one fateful day really created a shit-storm that, like I mentioned in my past journal, has returned to haunt me to this very day (which is the source of this rant).
The day began with me waking up pretty darn sick (which is rare for me). I was dizzy and nausious and attempted to call in sick from work. For some reason, I was not allowed (you'd think working as a cashier at a grocery store, they would do it automaticly, but no) and so I had to go to work in the state I was in and still handle customers while not puking on their shoes. One of the customers I had to serve was a woman who worked in the small wine kiosk the grocery store had. She was quite a nice person and I'd often have rather nice conversations when we both were working. That day, however, like I said, I was very dizzy and trying not to throw up, so I wasn't particularily talkative (though I still tried to remain friendly and professional).
Apparently, however, I was misinterpreted. I learned soon after that the "wine lady" thought I was upset with her or something and was trying to be rude. She was actually upset to the point of tears from what I was told. How was I informed of this? Did I find her like this in the kiosk? Did a supervisor or the manager come and attempt to settle things?
Nope! What had happened is that one of my co-workers from the deli (or possibly the bakery, I can't remember) went to go chat with her (them being friends it seems), found her and talked about what had happened. Upon finding out, she proceeded to storm over to my register and cause a scene in front of everyone, including customers, co-workers and my supervisors. She was loud, angry and crude with her long-winded tyrade and as quick as she waddled over, she waddled off (yes, I'm going there... and yes, she is a lumbering mass of loud-mouthed fat... and, once you keep reading, you'll see why I'm not speaking kindly of her). Once she had left to her actual section, the supervisor walked up behind me and expressed her absolute disgust for the scene she had witnessed, also coming over to make sure I was okay. I, on the other hand, was still a bit stunned and very confused. Sufficed to say, feeling ill was the last thing on my mind.
I should add that very shortly after, I went and apologized to the wine lady.
Not long after all of this had happened (maybe a week), the lumbering bitch-demon came back to me. Did she apologize? Of course not! No, she had something else to complain about... fortunately, she did this when I wasn't lined up with customers and she miraculously managed to remember her indoor voice. What was she complaining about now? Well, simply put, she was calling me a snitch for some reason. As it turns out, the supervisor who had witnessed her scene had put in an official report, since well... let's face it, she made the entire store look bad and acted like the manager when she didn't even work in the same department as me. So, yeah... she got in trouble and, of course, in her pissy, immature mind (trust me on this, you'll see what I mean), I was at fault. Immature is probably an understatement for her, because essentially, she would not let this go... because she would basicly insult me (using snitch, tattletale and other comments leading to the point) pretty much every chance she had. Now, I don't know if she was caught doing this or if her past action was just too much, but I do remember that she was fired within about a month or two after being "talked to".
Now, you'd THINK this would be the end of it... but no... because she was now a customer at the grocery store... so, believe it or not, she actually continued to give me off-handed insults every time she could, but now she wasn't being held back by having the job. So, yeah... I was still being harrassed by this loud-mouthed cunt! Not only that, she was shit-talking to other employees about me! So, after attempting to remain professional and being pushed to my limit, I went to the assistant manager and told her what had been happening and that I would not deal with her again. The assistant manager agreed and the next time she saw that bitch, she was given this warning:
"Say anything negative against him again, and you will no longer be allowed in this store." So, yeah... she was basicly told "shut up or be banned" and that pretty much was the end of it...
...or so I thought.
Fast forward to present day... over TEN YEARS (no, I'm not joking... all of that happened nearly 12 years ago!) roughly 1 or 2 months ago. I am currently working overnight at a gas station (long story, not going to explain) that has a very simple safety policy. The policy is that we do not allow anyone into our building from 11pm to 6am under any circumstances (all transactions must be done through a pay window... more like a box). So, it's about 5:30 in the morning and a taxi pulls up. The driver gets out and, lo and behold... it's our un-friendly neighbourhood bitch-roll! Of course, it'd been almost 12 years (and we had a much nicer co-worker at that grocery store that sorta looked like her that I always confused the two), so I didn't entirely recognize her right away. Still, she came over to use the washroom (which was inside) and, of course, I apologized and told her that I couldn't let her in. So, she left and I went back to minding my own business.
Two days later, around 6:30 or so, the cunt squeezed through our front door and proceeded to, you guessed it, lay a shit fit on me. Why? Because she assumed that I was "holding a 10-year-old grudge" (her words) and that was the only reason I wouldn't let her in. I attempted to explain that she was mistaken and that nobody is permitted inside until 6 as is policy, but she wouldn't have that. She claimed that our boss gave her permission to go into the building before 6 to use the washroom and I simply stated that I was not aware of this. I also attempted to point out that I didn't care about anything that had happened 10 years ago, but of course, when you're a loud-mouth, immature bitch who can't let something go, she didn't believe me.
Naturally, I talked to my boss about the situation (actually, I left a note recanting the conversation and asked if she was given permission) and, sure enough, she told me I was correct and no, she had not gotten any permission whatsoever. I had also learned that, between the time she bitched at me and the time I was able to speak with the manager directly over the incident, the fat cow had bitched to one of my co-workers about me (a guy who obviously knows me better).
Now, after all of that, I thought things had been sorted out and it was over... and you'd probably think that too... but considering the story so far, I'm sure we can all guess that is not the case... and you'd be right.
Fast forward to this morning at 6:15am, 45 minutes until my shift ended. I was tending to customers as usual and, who squeezed through the door (okay, yes... I am exagerating about her weight... but not by much) to pay for gas. I saw her before she opened the door and simply thought to myself "okay, she's just here for gas... just treat her like any other customer" and prepared to do so. Before I could even give my cheery "Hello~!" and with another customer just walking through the door, she began giving me a whole new bitch fit... why? Because I apparently made her wait outside in some kind of childish display of spite.
It took me a moment to get what she was saying... since I didn't even notice her until she was coming over to pay (after pumping gas), but it dawned on me pretty fast (as this actually happens at our pumps occasionally). Our systems are have a few... how can I put it... quirks. One such quirk is that, when you press one of the three large buttons to select the type of gas you want, it doesn't always send the signal inside requesting permission to start the pump (which we activate on our console). What must have happened is that she pressed the button for the gas, it didn't register, which made her wait and try again and when the signal finally tripped, I just activated it as it came up without a second thought. To me, it was just another request that I promptly activated, but to her? It was a petty act of spite... so, naturally... she had to come in and tell me about how stupid this grudge was (which I agree... but then again, I'M not the one who had been bringing up past discressions...) and that she would be complaining to my boss and my boss' boss about this. I tried to do what I had originally intended and remain polite and professional (though inside, I was already getting quite tired of listening to her bullshit), but she just said "Oh, NOW you're being nice..." pretty much implying that I was sucking up to not have her complain and get me fired.
So, she stormed out, leaving an inwardly seething me and a very confused customer, who, after a second, looked at me and said "What was that bitch's problem?", which I summarized to and he looked at me like as if that was the most ridiculous thing he'd ever heard (which, well... yeah... kinna have to agree). So, he left and now, without anyone around to hear or see me... I just shouted out a loud, long "GOD DAMMIT!"
Yeah - I had finally had all I was going to take from this 500 pound shit stain on the ass of existance this time and, knowing that my manager would be in within the hour, I waited (though continued to serve customers as if nothing happened). When the manager came in, I looked at her and began with "We have to talk.", explaining the situation and told her that one, I do not want to serve her again (it is within my rights to refuse sale to a customer if reason exists) and requested that this bitch not be allowed on the property anymore (if she was so hung up about the past, might as well punish her the same way). As my manager could tell, I was fed up, pretty much livid at this point and did try to calm me down. I did apologize for raising my voice a bit (when I'm angry, I do get a bit loud... and my voice is pretty strong as it is) and said that I was just mad and all. She told me that I should have simply remained calm and proffesional and such (to which I assured her that I had been), but not much was said beyond that. I think she just tends to be quiet when I begin getting irritated over something.
So, yeah... I came home and in trying to vent out some of this aggrivation, here I am. After all of this, I have considered how to put a permanent end to this blubbery bitch's blatherings and have honestly put thought into taking legal action from charging her with harrassment to slapping her with a restraining order... and I have NEVER had things like that cross my mind when having to deal with someone.
But for now... I'm going to try and de-stress... I'm so ticked off that I doubt I'll be able to get to sleep for a little while... I hope I will, though... FUCK, I got home from a fun time in Toronto with my friends the day before and this is the bullshit I have to put up with?!?
Well, congrats for reading this far... if you made it...
...well... I'm going to start by saying right off the bat that I'm sorry to have to do this rant... but to be all honest, I need to vent steam pretty bad at the moment. Expect swearing, expect cruel things to say, but this is a pretty serious IRL problem that occurred to me just an hour ago and I'm still boiling over it.
So, allow me to explain a little history before I begin (some ranting may happen as well)...
Back when I was a teenager, one of the jobs I used to fund my going to college was a cashier at a grocery store. It wasn't a great job, but it did what it needed (until I quit due to having shifts cut back too much that I couldn't afford working there). It was a bit hectic at times, but I attempted to remain as professional as possible and just slog through it (though I do have some funny stories from working there).
However, one fateful day really created a shit-storm that, like I mentioned in my past journal, has returned to haunt me to this very day (which is the source of this rant).
The day began with me waking up pretty darn sick (which is rare for me). I was dizzy and nausious and attempted to call in sick from work. For some reason, I was not allowed (you'd think working as a cashier at a grocery store, they would do it automaticly, but no) and so I had to go to work in the state I was in and still handle customers while not puking on their shoes. One of the customers I had to serve was a woman who worked in the small wine kiosk the grocery store had. She was quite a nice person and I'd often have rather nice conversations when we both were working. That day, however, like I said, I was very dizzy and trying not to throw up, so I wasn't particularily talkative (though I still tried to remain friendly and professional).
Apparently, however, I was misinterpreted. I learned soon after that the "wine lady" thought I was upset with her or something and was trying to be rude. She was actually upset to the point of tears from what I was told. How was I informed of this? Did I find her like this in the kiosk? Did a supervisor or the manager come and attempt to settle things?
Nope! What had happened is that one of my co-workers from the deli (or possibly the bakery, I can't remember) went to go chat with her (them being friends it seems), found her and talked about what had happened. Upon finding out, she proceeded to storm over to my register and cause a scene in front of everyone, including customers, co-workers and my supervisors. She was loud, angry and crude with her long-winded tyrade and as quick as she waddled over, she waddled off (yes, I'm going there... and yes, she is a lumbering mass of loud-mouthed fat... and, once you keep reading, you'll see why I'm not speaking kindly of her). Once she had left to her actual section, the supervisor walked up behind me and expressed her absolute disgust for the scene she had witnessed, also coming over to make sure I was okay. I, on the other hand, was still a bit stunned and very confused. Sufficed to say, feeling ill was the last thing on my mind.
I should add that very shortly after, I went and apologized to the wine lady.
Not long after all of this had happened (maybe a week), the lumbering bitch-demon came back to me. Did she apologize? Of course not! No, she had something else to complain about... fortunately, she did this when I wasn't lined up with customers and she miraculously managed to remember her indoor voice. What was she complaining about now? Well, simply put, she was calling me a snitch for some reason. As it turns out, the supervisor who had witnessed her scene had put in an official report, since well... let's face it, she made the entire store look bad and acted like the manager when she didn't even work in the same department as me. So, yeah... she got in trouble and, of course, in her pissy, immature mind (trust me on this, you'll see what I mean), I was at fault. Immature is probably an understatement for her, because essentially, she would not let this go... because she would basicly insult me (using snitch, tattletale and other comments leading to the point) pretty much every chance she had. Now, I don't know if she was caught doing this or if her past action was just too much, but I do remember that she was fired within about a month or two after being "talked to".
Now, you'd THINK this would be the end of it... but no... because she was now a customer at the grocery store... so, believe it or not, she actually continued to give me off-handed insults every time she could, but now she wasn't being held back by having the job. So, yeah... I was still being harrassed by this loud-mouthed cunt! Not only that, she was shit-talking to other employees about me! So, after attempting to remain professional and being pushed to my limit, I went to the assistant manager and told her what had been happening and that I would not deal with her again. The assistant manager agreed and the next time she saw that bitch, she was given this warning:
"Say anything negative against him again, and you will no longer be allowed in this store." So, yeah... she was basicly told "shut up or be banned" and that pretty much was the end of it...
...or so I thought.
Fast forward to present day... over TEN YEARS (no, I'm not joking... all of that happened nearly 12 years ago!) roughly 1 or 2 months ago. I am currently working overnight at a gas station (long story, not going to explain) that has a very simple safety policy. The policy is that we do not allow anyone into our building from 11pm to 6am under any circumstances (all transactions must be done through a pay window... more like a box). So, it's about 5:30 in the morning and a taxi pulls up. The driver gets out and, lo and behold... it's our un-friendly neighbourhood bitch-roll! Of course, it'd been almost 12 years (and we had a much nicer co-worker at that grocery store that sorta looked like her that I always confused the two), so I didn't entirely recognize her right away. Still, she came over to use the washroom (which was inside) and, of course, I apologized and told her that I couldn't let her in. So, she left and I went back to minding my own business.
Two days later, around 6:30 or so, the cunt squeezed through our front door and proceeded to, you guessed it, lay a shit fit on me. Why? Because she assumed that I was "holding a 10-year-old grudge" (her words) and that was the only reason I wouldn't let her in. I attempted to explain that she was mistaken and that nobody is permitted inside until 6 as is policy, but she wouldn't have that. She claimed that our boss gave her permission to go into the building before 6 to use the washroom and I simply stated that I was not aware of this. I also attempted to point out that I didn't care about anything that had happened 10 years ago, but of course, when you're a loud-mouth, immature bitch who can't let something go, she didn't believe me.
Naturally, I talked to my boss about the situation (actually, I left a note recanting the conversation and asked if she was given permission) and, sure enough, she told me I was correct and no, she had not gotten any permission whatsoever. I had also learned that, between the time she bitched at me and the time I was able to speak with the manager directly over the incident, the fat cow had bitched to one of my co-workers about me (a guy who obviously knows me better).
Now, after all of that, I thought things had been sorted out and it was over... and you'd probably think that too... but considering the story so far, I'm sure we can all guess that is not the case... and you'd be right.
Fast forward to this morning at 6:15am, 45 minutes until my shift ended. I was tending to customers as usual and, who squeezed through the door (okay, yes... I am exagerating about her weight... but not by much) to pay for gas. I saw her before she opened the door and simply thought to myself "okay, she's just here for gas... just treat her like any other customer" and prepared to do so. Before I could even give my cheery "Hello~!" and with another customer just walking through the door, she began giving me a whole new bitch fit... why? Because I apparently made her wait outside in some kind of childish display of spite.
It took me a moment to get what she was saying... since I didn't even notice her until she was coming over to pay (after pumping gas), but it dawned on me pretty fast (as this actually happens at our pumps occasionally). Our systems are have a few... how can I put it... quirks. One such quirk is that, when you press one of the three large buttons to select the type of gas you want, it doesn't always send the signal inside requesting permission to start the pump (which we activate on our console). What must have happened is that she pressed the button for the gas, it didn't register, which made her wait and try again and when the signal finally tripped, I just activated it as it came up without a second thought. To me, it was just another request that I promptly activated, but to her? It was a petty act of spite... so, naturally... she had to come in and tell me about how stupid this grudge was (which I agree... but then again, I'M not the one who had been bringing up past discressions...) and that she would be complaining to my boss and my boss' boss about this. I tried to do what I had originally intended and remain polite and professional (though inside, I was already getting quite tired of listening to her bullshit), but she just said "Oh, NOW you're being nice..." pretty much implying that I was sucking up to not have her complain and get me fired.
So, she stormed out, leaving an inwardly seething me and a very confused customer, who, after a second, looked at me and said "What was that bitch's problem?", which I summarized to and he looked at me like as if that was the most ridiculous thing he'd ever heard (which, well... yeah... kinna have to agree). So, he left and now, without anyone around to hear or see me... I just shouted out a loud, long "GOD DAMMIT!"
Yeah - I had finally had all I was going to take from this 500 pound shit stain on the ass of existance this time and, knowing that my manager would be in within the hour, I waited (though continued to serve customers as if nothing happened). When the manager came in, I looked at her and began with "We have to talk.", explaining the situation and told her that one, I do not want to serve her again (it is within my rights to refuse sale to a customer if reason exists) and requested that this bitch not be allowed on the property anymore (if she was so hung up about the past, might as well punish her the same way). As my manager could tell, I was fed up, pretty much livid at this point and did try to calm me down. I did apologize for raising my voice a bit (when I'm angry, I do get a bit loud... and my voice is pretty strong as it is) and said that I was just mad and all. She told me that I should have simply remained calm and proffesional and such (to which I assured her that I had been), but not much was said beyond that. I think she just tends to be quiet when I begin getting irritated over something.
So, yeah... I came home and in trying to vent out some of this aggrivation, here I am. After all of this, I have considered how to put a permanent end to this blubbery bitch's blatherings and have honestly put thought into taking legal action from charging her with harrassment to slapping her with a restraining order... and I have NEVER had things like that cross my mind when having to deal with someone.
But for now... I'm going to try and de-stress... I'm so ticked off that I doubt I'll be able to get to sleep for a little while... I hope I will, though... FUCK, I got home from a fun time in Toronto with my friends the day before and this is the bullshit I have to put up with?!?
Well, congrats for reading this far... if you made it...
Sorry that you had to put up with nonsense like that. She sounds like a person that just defies all normal logic, and it sucks that it had to be taken out on you.
I hope this will be the last of these problems you'll have.