I don’t often discuss very personal things here on the blog, just the occasional bit about the knee and weight loss. Today, I’m going to open up on something.
To protect the innocent, I won’t be getting too detailed.
Someone pissed me off on Sunday, and it was the straw that broke the camel’s back. After years of letting guilt keep me from telling this asshole off, I snapped. Of course, since he’s a narcissist and also has an igloo room temperature IQ, he latched onto one part of what I said, misinterpreted it, and ignored the actual criticism of his shitty behavior. This cad is not a member of my tribe, he never was, I’m just in an unfortunate situation where I have to deal with him. But over the last year or so, my penchant for tolerating bullshit has dropped to nil:
– A few months ago, some coworkers were being back-stabbing bitches. We’re supposed to be on a team and I let it be known I didn’t appreciate and wouldn’t tolerate it. Since then, it’s been roses with those coworkers.
– A few months after that, in a meeting, a coworker was telling me I was wrong and I was not. This is not my favorite coworker and he barely pulls any weight. I called him out, proved him wrong, and shot him a bird in front of everyone including our boss. Unprofessional? No, not at all. The shame has caused him to totally behave since.
– Sunday night, I told this dickhead off. So far, so good. I could tell I hit a nerve when he had his girlfriend come up with some responses hours later and neither of them could use the correct words. I guarantee he doesn’t pull any bullshit in the future, though.
I’ve spent the rest of the week looking for someone else to tell off. It’s the best drug ever.
Stop putting up with people’s shit. You’ll feel better.