how people make me mad |
So I am sitting here in my cubicle and i here this fucken noise of a man getting pissed on his phone. Iām sorry to be using these filler words (curse words) but itās the only way to express how mad I really am. Itās kind of hard to explain. Eeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr ā¦. See I am too frustrated to even get this outā¦. Ok ā¦ok ā¦my doctor said to count down from 10ā¦9ā¦8ā¦7ā¦ oh FUCK THIS SHIT there he goes againā¦. I can here how mad he actually isā¦ ālook itās not my fault I rode my motorcycle to work and now I canāt come pick you up.ā He says on the phone like it doesnāt even bother him he is probably making his kid feel about 2 inches tall. āJust tell your damn mom to drop you off at my house on my dayās.ā he pauses giving his kid enough time to tell mom the situation. I just want to punch this low life ass hole. They are your kids. ālook I didnāt bring two helmets today so I would have to drive home, change vehicles and then com pick you up. Thatās like 20 minutes out of the way. I donāt have time for that. I donāt care if you want to ride on the motorcycle we can do that some other timeā he pauses again getting more and more frustrated ā¦ at what ā¦ his kid? Then it begins ā¦ he starts pushing stuff around tapping his fingers on the desk. Oh heās really upset now because to him itās always everyone elseās fault. It canāt be his fault. Thatās why I just want to tell him tooā¦. āLook just tell your mom youāre not coming to my house if she doesnāt drop you off.ā A pause āthatās right itās all her fault.ā Iām sorry I couldnāt help it I snapped āitās not her moms fault asshole itās your faultā I screamed at the man while looking over his cubicle. I was staring down at him like you would a dog after it chewed up your favorite pair of tennis shoes. I notice him jump back with the same look in his eyes I felt the first time I had been put in my place by my drunken father when I was a child. If this man had a tail, I believe it would be so far between his legs he could chew on it. I was really hollering at this point āI canāt believe you think you have the right to tell your kid that. What are you 8? Grow up. Take some reasonability for your actions dick.ā The man looks at me now more puzzled than anything. āLook you knew it was your day to take care of your child. Rightā He wonāt respond in fear of my rebuttal āso then why in the fuck didnāt you bring two helmets? Huh?ā itās like heās a mute. āNow if youāre telling me those 20 minutes are two far out of your way for your kid.ā Iām really starting to pore it on thick āTHEN YOU DONāT DESERVE THAT KID.ā Holy shit heās starting to cry. Uh ho I notice now, about 20 seconds too late, that my boss is standing two cubicles down talking to the new girl. I think he was trying to look down her blouse. I bet this is really pissing him off. I mean come on what kind of asshole interrupts another mans tit time. āNow get your shit together and go pick up that kid.ā Fuck my boss is walking over here. Well at least this other prick is going to get his kid. He deserved it I donāt care what my boss thinks. Iām trying to act like I donāt see my boss headed this way. I head back down in to my cubby hole of the world. āMr. Stevensā he says with a stern voice. āYes Mr. Davidsonā I reply with my new found tell in my teeth. If I had one I would be chewing it. Mr. Stevens leans in right out side of my cubicle now. He leans in closely and says with a quite calming voice. āGood work. Next time though try and take it out side. Iād love to see you whoop his ass.ā He smiles at me and walks away. I guess Iām not the only one who hates people miss treating there children. Huh. What do you know? Well I guess thereās nothing else left to do but keep on keeping on. |