Bastards Bullies and Bitches:

There were two men at work that bother me. I mean, really get mad with them and I couldn’t quite get understand why. What could it be? They seemed nice enough on their own until some sort of switch that gets set off in my head and without a secondary thought I gear my fist to deck them. First off I’m not one of those crazy feminist who wouldn’t allow a man to open the door for her but some people can be so cocky that I would rather slam the door in their face and climb over the building just to avoiding them.

                Today was the breaking point. MY pleasantness dissolved. I couldn’t handle it anymore. There was a second were Rob would say off the cuff things and it was only yesterday that I realized he was intimidated by me. As I examined the conversation in my head I realized he was constantly posturing. When I can I try to be nice. But how can I be nice when he pretends to be this man that needs to take over whatever I am doing because HE’S DAH MAN. Fuck it, no way. I give him a horrible answer before I could stop myself. I would stop talking and just listen. But it’s fuck it.  As usual “quit bitching and start working!” or “Fucking seriously? You got a case of stupid?”

                But today I saw him for what he really was. A woman who had been so kind when she helped me. I was sweet and it was hard for her to give the speech that she had to give. She had to tell us that within two weeks we may no longer have a job. That is hard enough but when Rob decided to harp on her, yell at her and agitated a room full of people already freaking out. I snapped at him and put him in his place…. Twice. I saw red. I wanted his head on a pole that bastard and before I knew it I was avoiding him to make sure I didn’t his face into hamburger.

                He just kept making me angrier and angrier.  I realized what it was, what it really was. He was a bully. I couldn’t resist it. It brought out the bitch in me. That’s when I realized it. I knew one of three people.

Bastards:  The unfortunate souls who fuck everything up and it just all seems to work out. 

That is level one

Level two: Lost souls, people looking for redemption but can’t quiet to keep up.

Level  three: “I’m going to fuck up your life” ‘nough said right?

                Then there are the bullies are ones that throw around there weight and make people feel better about who they are and those are not the people are not well treated by me ever.

                I’m a bitch. But what else is there. Smart ass remarks flow outside of my mouth. And it was then that it realized it had come of my mouth. At least today I can be thankful I didn’t pound someone’s face into hamburger on the factory floor because if there is one thing I can’t stand. It’s bullies like rob that bring that out in me. I hate bullies