You just can’t plan for some of lifes greatest moments. Some of them just unfold in front of you like the gifts they are.
Once upon a dark time, I worked in a local burger bar. They paid us $3.35 an hour and the manager was the worst person I’ve ever met in my life. She tormented all of us, customers and employees alike… and I ultimately got fired because she told my bosses about my blog, and denied unemployment because I called her a cunt to my sister and my sister told them. When asked, I admitted it. FYI: sometimes the truth does NOT set you free.
It cost me a sister and a job I loathed. The years worth of lost unemployment stung the most, and it motivated me to get a much better job with a reputable owner and fair labor practices. The same better job that gave me my best friend and led to the successful career I have now.
I most definitely have had the last laugh, but only because I’ve worked my ass off and refused to accept that shitty job as the life sentence it was . I refused to settle, and I refused to allow someone to abuse me every day and those boundaries are what saved me from doing more than the years of hard time I did in that miserable place under that hateful troll.
Now let me preface this by saying that I pride myself on being kind. I go out of my way to be nice, and I’ve raised wonderful children as well. In our family, it’s more important WHO you are, than WHAT you have. I’m all about the content of your character and what you intend to do with it. So it takes A LOT for me to abandon all that to be an asshole.
Ohhhhhh, but I make an exception for some people.
I live in a picturesque town full of douchebags and crazy bitches. There are a helluva a lot more normal women here than men, but we have more than our fair share of bad examples of both. I’m not inclined to date because I’m not attracted to bullshit. I’m also very selective when it comes to my friends. It’s the cream of the crop at this point, because I’ve weeded all the drama and dishonest shit, out. My friends are the gold standard. I can’t say the same about the men I’m attracted to, which is why I own a $300 vibrator and not a boyfriend.
I rarely go out, so Saturday was the exception to the rule and I was overjoyed to spend some uninterrupted hours laughing with Fancy & Lovely. I was sort of oblivious to anyone else in the room because I was there to catch up with my girlfriends, not survey the scene or find a midnight snack to help ease the frustration inspired by Incredicock.
I looked up to see Miss Earthy walk up to our table, flanked by the antichrist herself, Miss Cunt Bag.
Satan tormented me as my manager for years until she played her trump card and told them about my blog. She’d been reading since the day I was hired but knew they’d panic when they saw the traffic. She then chased my boyfriend and I down in a restaurant a little while later. I’ve had the misfortune of having mutual friends/ending up at the same party as her now and again. We leave. I have absolutely NO interest in her having anything to do with my life. This is one of those golden “Her or Me” situations.
So here it was, that moment… again. Only this time, I’m successful, two martinis deep and lacking a filter.
E- HIIIiiiii!!!!! Hey do you know my friend….
I looked away and when I looked back, she was gone.
Maybe it was rude. Maybe I could have tried turning the other cheek to let bygones be bygones. Maybe this is something I should try to work on, to be a better & more forgiving person.
Or maybe she had a big set of balls to walk up to my table and deserved a hearty GTFOH, but I’m a lady and know how to politely tell someone to fuck off.
Knowing your audience is everything, as is fucking off when you know you’ve been shitty to someone and haven’t apologized. We all know when we’re not cool with someone, or when we’ve done something that warrants an apology in order to rectify the situation.
Those are the only two choices. Fucking off or apologizing. None of this walking up to my table like it’s a second chance at meeting. No thank you. If I didn’t enjoy the first time? You don’t get to fuck me a second.