Yesterday, I decided to unbox one of my Care Bears. I chose Grumpy Bear, because I just kinda vibed with him.
I had no idea. Really. Because I really understood his current state of mind. Especially after today.
As of late, we’ve had a coworker who thinks she’s a damn supervisor and has been throwing her weight around like the proverbial five hundred pound gorilla. No, she’s not a supervisor at all; she works part time and only at the minimal hours, since she’s taking Social Security already. But she’s gotten overbearing with her nosiness and her garbage attitude and I, for one, am tired of her.
Basically, I’m to the point where if she says anything, I’m going straight to management. I literally don’t care anymore.
No, I’m not that type of person. I don’t go running to management the moment something upsets me. I don’t play politics at work. I don’t fuck around because I know if someone does, they find out. But this bullshit has gone on long enough.
If she’s smart, she’ll retire soon. But, considering who we’re dealing with, it won’t happen because she’s not the sharpest tool in the shed. I’m being very polite when I say that. Trust me, a sack of wet hair is far more intelligent than this person.