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I Think I've Lost My Mind
To quote "Risky Business"... sometimes you just have to say "what the fuck" (aka how I just went kitten jihad)
I have just gone off jihad style on a co-worker (the bastard deserves it). The guy is an ass and has been an ass ever since he joined the office. Everyone in the office hates his freaking guts. He is a racist, sexist, lilputian pig with a superiority complex and an insatiable need to insult people and he has worked my LAST nerve.
Ignition:
He went to the Sr. VP to complain that his "team" (consisting of another woman and myself) had an "attitude problem"
Fuse is burning
Attitude problem? You want an attitude problem, I'll SHOW you an attitude problem. Cue quick "team" meeting where I tell fellow female co-worker in hell to type out each and every single sexist and inappropriate comment the little bastard has ever made. Everything. The put down any distress this has made you feel. I will do the same. We will then witness and verify each other's statements as being true.
Furious letter writing follows listing in explicit detail the laundry list of sexist asshole statements he has made within memory.
Kaboom
Little bastard leaves early. Boss comes back to the office. Female co-worker and I hand over two written complaints destailing sexist statements, hostile work environment, and emotional distress. Then we spend two hours conferring with bosses giving our list of complaints (and having Sr. VP say that this is something we've complained of in the past so it really hasn't come out of the blue, though my boss, oblivious as always, was completely unaware of the problem. When asked whether others felt the same, we can safely say that yes (we know good and damn well that every person at the firm HATES this guy. Passionately).
So tomorrow, we'll see what collateral damage there may be from this explosion. I fear tomorrow won't be pretty. God only knows what will happen. But the little bastard did NOT mess with the right bitch today. I had a last nerve. He stomped on it. And while I'm an easy going person in real life, when I reach the end of my patience, watch out. Damn the torpeadoes, full speed ahead, and take no prisoners.
So... who knows what I've just done to myself at work. I will say one thing -- it felt damn good!
I have just gone off jihad style on a co-worker (the bastard deserves it). The guy is an ass and has been an ass ever since he joined the office. Everyone in the office hates his freaking guts. He is a racist, sexist, lilputian pig with a superiority complex and an insatiable need to insult people and he has worked my LAST nerve.
Ignition:
He went to the Sr. VP to complain that his "team" (consisting of another woman and myself) had an "attitude problem"
Fuse is burning
Attitude problem? You want an attitude problem, I'll SHOW you an attitude problem. Cue quick "team" meeting where I tell fellow female co-worker in hell to type out each and every single sexist and inappropriate comment the little bastard has ever made. Everything. The put down any distress this has made you feel. I will do the same. We will then witness and verify each other's statements as being true.
Furious letter writing follows listing in explicit detail the laundry list of sexist asshole statements he has made within memory.
Kaboom
Little bastard leaves early. Boss comes back to the office. Female co-worker and I hand over two written complaints destailing sexist statements, hostile work environment, and emotional distress. Then we spend two hours conferring with bosses giving our list of complaints (and having Sr. VP say that this is something we've complained of in the past so it really hasn't come out of the blue, though my boss, oblivious as always, was completely unaware of the problem. When asked whether others felt the same, we can safely say that yes (we know good and damn well that every person at the firm HATES this guy. Passionately).
So tomorrow, we'll see what collateral damage there may be from this explosion. I fear tomorrow won't be pretty. God only knows what will happen. But the little bastard did NOT mess with the right bitch today. I had a last nerve. He stomped on it. And while I'm an easy going person in real life, when I reach the end of my patience, watch out. Damn the torpeadoes, full speed ahead, and take no prisoners.
So... who knows what I've just done to myself at work. I will say one thing -- it felt damn good!