I am ill equipped, therefore, in ways of dealing with emotions other than burying them, and the helplessness I feel when I let the strongest ones get loose is all encompassing.
No matter how much I try to hold onto logical reasoning, everything else goes out the window when I am forced to have a conversation with that man and my anger is not white hot, but the flaming molten colour of Olde English Cider, directed at the little orange man in front of me, an unavoidable work colleague.
He is little (5'6") and he was orange when I first saw him, an unconvincing sun tan and he looked like a thousand year old corpse dug up from a peat bog, and he thinks he is always right and of course he is suffering from little man syndrome in spades and he thinks his point of view is more important than anyone elses and he DOES NOT listen to other people but still demands that they respect him without doing anything to ever gain that respect for his whole work ethos seems to be to find the one person he can delegate (I mean dump) the job onto.
We had a "clear the air" discussion last week where he told me that he did not have to justify himself to me and oh how I wish he did, how I would weigh him in my scales of injustice and sentence him to something suitably Sisyphean; but the best punishment of all would be for him to see himself through the wrathful eyes of others, and yes, I do volunteer my vision for that.
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I will trade you the little orange man, LBSF syndrome and all (little bitty short fucker) for the bowlegged whiner I work with. She begins her shift by cutting the Crossword out of the paper, and then she smooths her skirt and sits down to struggle over it for hours. Finally, she goes to the computer and looks up all the clues she can't solve. However, while she is doing absolutely no work, she exudes hostility so that one feels chary of asking her to work. She criticizes all the younger women around her for their revealing clothing and laziness. I abhor this person and I am supposed to supervise her. But I'd as soon put my hand in a hornet's nest. If only one did not have to go to a job, eh? Good piece, by the way.
supervising slackers is what makes my working life so much fun ;) fortunately I'm down to a couple of guys now who are pretty self motivated so things aren't too bad there ;) Just the little orange fucker who thinks he's bugger than anyone else...
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