Zero to Asshole in 2.5 Seconds

Okay, more than a little. And it may become more pronounced. I’ll go into that later.

I took the time Friday night and cleared my browser history; I was falling back into some bad habits and I wanted to nip it in the bud. It’s going to take some time to rebuild my search history but small price to pay.

Last night was fun. Dinner and a movie with Prime, chased with a pair of margaritas. It took the edge off my stress. Because my shift at work was absolute garbage. I can sum it all up in one word. Or rather, one name.

Wiesia.

Now, she’s been riding my ass for the past few weeks. But today, she was a bigger bitch than usual. She was so bad that I ended up spending some quality time in a restroom stall, trying to keep myself from crying. But it gets better: Wiesia thinks I’m not pulling my weight.

To say that this is absolutely laughable is putting it gently. Wiesia calls in sick constantly. I’ve lost count of how many days we’ve been shorthanded because Wiesia wasn’t there. But it isn’t just that.

Wiesia refuses to switch positions. If she’s on the entrance door, she’ll stay there, even though we’re supposed to change sides every half hour. She’s picked fights with other co-workers. She’s abandoned the door and disappeared without telling anyone where she’s going. Her fifteen minute breaks are far longer than fifteen minutes. I could go on, but I think I’ve said more than enough.

Like I said, laughable. But we’ll see who’s laughing in a while.

Now, it takes a lot to flip my bitch switch. But Wiesia flipped it. So any and every time she decides to not switch sides with me, or she jumps on my ass for no reason or she takes a 25 minute break, I’m letting management know about it. And I’ll be nice and apologetic about it, to boot. So I’ll be killing her with “kindness”, if you will.

No, it’s not something that I want to do. But I don’t have much of a choice. And to be honest, she brought it on herself. If she had just backed off and not acted like a complete bitch, then there would be no problems. But apparently, she couldn’t leave well enough alone. She had to be a bully and I refused to bullied anymore.

Even I have my limits when it comes to abusive behavior. Once that line is crossed, I’m done.

About Silverwynde

I'm a Transformers fan, Pokémon player, Brewers fan and all-out general nerd. I rescue abandoned Golett, collect as many Bumblebee decoys and figures as I can find and I've attended every BotCon--official and non--since 1999. I'm also happily married to a fellow Transfan named Prime and we were both owned by a very intelligent half-Siamese cat, who crossed the Rainbow Bridge on June 16, 2018. We still miss him. But we're now the acting staff of a Maine Coon kitty named Lulu, who pretty much rules the house. Not that we're complaining about that.
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