Aaaaaugh!

I'm irate...

Two reasons...

First, I missed getting a huge promotion at work by a gnat's testicle... to, as I was told, "a complete buffoon." It would have meant a new city. It would have been great... but it's not happening. At least, not quite yet.

Secondly... well, speaking of buffoons... I have posted on here before about hearing (and overhearing) coworkers speaking... "poorly..." about someone I care about... I was talking to one of my friends at work the other night and we were discussing something about makeup on girls and why girls seem to think that wearing tons of makeup makes them look better, or something, but it just tends to make them look more like... I dunno... trashy. In walks, let's just call him "Douchey..." and we do what we always do, and ignore his presence and keep talking about what we're talking about. My friend is a real good friend, and was already well aware of the situation between me and this certain someone I care about, so I feel able to talk to him about certain things (in fact, I can pretty much credit him and his family with "talking me off the edge" this Spring, when I was at my lowest - he was the only person who knew what was really going on from day one, because I don't trust anyone, but I trust him). So I'm talking about how the best makeup looks like no makeup... commenting that I had sat and watched her one day, taking, like almost an hour "getting ready," and y'know doing her eyebrows, and putting on makeup and all that, and besides her painting her fingernails with a color I had picked out, "she looked just as stunning as she did before she did all that stuff, but the only difference was her hair was dry, now." Douchey was walking out of the room as I was saying something like, "[her name], I could roll you around in a mud puddle and you would be just as beautiful and kissable as you do spending all that time doing that stuff..." It was a mistake to say her name, I know, but I thought he was out of the room... he turns out to have been "lingering" behind an obstruction, listening. He kind of pops out behind said obstruction and flashes this look that he likes to give to try to act all "intimidating," or something, to some of the people (which, he doesn't like most anybody at work, myself included - because I call him out on the bullshit he tries to pull with people, there to try to make himself look impressive, especially to the ladies - but I could hardly give a shit), and turns and walks out of the room all macho chest-puffy and that kind of ridiculousness... I pointed out to my buddy that Douchey had been listening to us... which we just thought was weird... but we blew it off. So, tonight I was working with another one of my friends who knew what was going on, but not quite to the degree... but I was telling him about Douchey snooping and he proceeded to tell me about how, when I was on days doing my rehab stuff getting my back into any kind of shape, Douchey would incessantly hit on this girl (and then turn around and hit on one of the so-called "hotties" on the front end, seconds later) and tell everyone about how they were gonna hook up and how she wanted to come out and see his house (um, his dad's house - did I mention that his dad pays for his child support, food, car, gas, methadone (which he can blow a week's worth in two days... of course) - that's a hell of a "man" for ya, right there) and all this stuff... to which everyone apparently laughed in his face... literally. But to know this guy, he basically stops working anytime any girl of various degrees of attractiveness comes into his work space and starts schmoozing them, sometimes even following them around the store... and they could be fourteen year-olds... and that's not an exaggeration. He will basically chase any girl around with a pulse that looks him in the eye and says hello ("hello" is apparently "Doucheyspeak interpretives" for "Hey, wanna impregnate me and skip out on your responsibilities as a man?")... and again, that is not exaggerating - we've all had a chance to see it happening, and I, in my position at work, have witnessed many times. He talks about how all these girls at work "want him" and how he's been hooking up with them... when in fact, all these girls talk about how creepy and stupid he is and they can see through him like a sheet of saran wrap and he's been involved with none of them... and apparently he can't give the same age (or story) to the same girl... to the 18 year-olds, he's 23... to the 22 year-olds, he's 27, blah blah blah... and he loves to brag on his illegitimate baby boy... and never seems to mention his other two illegitimate children he has to them, as if they don't exist (which is just all kinds of low)... and, well, there's all kinds of outrageous lies he tells them about himself... it's an endless ball of pathetic hilarity, in all truth. Anyhow, so my buddy tells me about how when they were on break, Douchey out of the blue starts talking about how the aforementioned girl had just called him the other day and wanted to come into town and hook up (which, when I heard the little group of people talking before, he was the one that was talking a pretty big majority of trash about her - more apparently to me now because she found him completely annoying and not what he was trying to purport... and he's one of those guys that, when faced with rejection, just turns around and talks shit about them)... talking about how he was just going to "get her fucked up, tap it, and forget her" (I honestly expected nothing better from him)... which, the girl he's "engaged to" (yeah, right) might probably take exception to, I'm sure, especially since they both purportedly live together (the last I had heard was that the girl had actually excluded his name off the birth certificate and had moved back in with her ex husband and wanted Douchey to have no contact with the child, whatsoever). What someone closer to the situation told me is that he will leave work, some times on break, sometimes just all together ("not feeling well") and will go stalk his ex, parking in front of her house and just sitting there... which is just freakishly twisted.

I didn't like the guy when I first met him, because he had this whole "full of shit beyond comprehension" written all over his face. I really didn't like him when he said the totally rude stuff he said about someone I care a lot about (well, there was more than just him, but he was just egging it on and on)... and I really dislike him, now... Everyone's kind of wanted him gone for a while, now, because he's a waste of the store's time and money and a completely worthless, mildly-retarded (no joke) numbnut... and I'm not going to stand for a piece of shit on my shoe like that pulling this shit, trying to get some kind of "one up" on someone and continue to lie about her... I want him gone... just... away... and I will go out on a limb and predict he will be... very soon... maybe even sooner. Douchey's days at work are numbered... take it to the bank.

Ugh... I don't want to talk about this stuff... I don't want to think about this stuff... but I can't stand to see a complete piece of shit spread lies about someone I care about and treat her, in absentia, like dirt - when she can't be there to defend her dignity... I'd love to watch her spit in his face. I'd love to hold him down and let her do it, just to see the look on his pathetic face... and probably better yet, on hers.