I get irrationally angry at work about a lot of little things. Like how a select few of my male co-workers feels it is necessary to give me directives like "smile!" when I pass them like I am a doll there for their enjoyment. Today one of the worse at doing this was telling me to slow down as I approached the time clock to clock back in from lunch. I gave him a pointed, bordering on disgusted look (I know this because I was trying really hard to convey my annoyance) and asked why.
"What's the rush?!" he proclaimed, lounging on the couch corner right next to the time clock. I just said that I had to get back on the floor, but that should be a no brainer. Not for these geniuses.
I hate how I keep getting asked about my book while I am reading like I want to stop reading to explain to the five millionth person the basic point of the book I am reading which isn't even possible with a plot as convoluted as the Song of Ice and Fire series. So when asked what I am reading I have been giving the succinct answer "a book" to a varied response.
The "best" one involved this douche face dude who works in Hardware. He called one of the few co-worker gals I actually enjoy talking to a whore simply because he thought something was going on between them and she slept with someone else. Essentially he was living the double standard dream, slut shaming a woman for enjoying sex and going about her business find partners but not even sparing a thought for condemning the male in the equation (even though we work with him as well).
So I already don't want to deal with this dude. That's why when he asked about the book I gave the short answer and when he prodded more I basically ignored him and he got all huffy and said a few inconsequential things before uttering this gem, "So you won't talk to me? Sorry I'm not Curtis!"
I just rolled my eyes and tried to continue reading, but as what he said sunk in I got increasingly pissed and also equally relieved I didn't get immediately riled up by what he said because 1. It would have been what he wanted and 2. It would have got everyone's attention who was in the breakroom and they would have known something was going on between Curtis and I.
I knew Curtis was friends with him but I didn't know he had told him we were hanging out so as that sunk in I felt a bit annoyed with Curtis along with that shit head. Of all the people to have information I don't care to share with everyone, that immature twat-waffle.
"What's the rush?!" he proclaimed, lounging on the couch corner right next to the time clock. I just said that I had to get back on the floor, but that should be a no brainer. Not for these geniuses.
I hate how I keep getting asked about my book while I am reading like I want to stop reading to explain to the five millionth person the basic point of the book I am reading which isn't even possible with a plot as convoluted as the Song of Ice and Fire series. So when asked what I am reading I have been giving the succinct answer "a book" to a varied response.
The "best" one involved this douche face dude who works in Hardware. He called one of the few co-worker gals I actually enjoy talking to a whore simply because he thought something was going on between them and she slept with someone else. Essentially he was living the double standard dream, slut shaming a woman for enjoying sex and going about her business find partners but not even sparing a thought for condemning the male in the equation (even though we work with him as well).
So I already don't want to deal with this dude. That's why when he asked about the book I gave the short answer and when he prodded more I basically ignored him and he got all huffy and said a few inconsequential things before uttering this gem, "So you won't talk to me? Sorry I'm not Curtis!"
I just rolled my eyes and tried to continue reading, but as what he said sunk in I got increasingly pissed and also equally relieved I didn't get immediately riled up by what he said because 1. It would have been what he wanted and 2. It would have got everyone's attention who was in the breakroom and they would have known something was going on between Curtis and I.
I knew Curtis was friends with him but I didn't know he had told him we were hanging out so as that sunk in I felt a bit annoyed with Curtis along with that shit head. Of all the people to have information I don't care to share with everyone, that immature twat-waffle.
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