In an effort to continue avoiding people thinking he's a douche bag, my nearly-ex-brother-in-law has adopted a new coping mechanism. Rather than simply depend on his ability to schmooze and charm people into believing anything he wants, he is now terrorizing his children.
I'm seriously not kidding.
The latest move is right out of an old elementary school movie. Stand in front of someone and block them every time they try to step around you. Also, tell them that you're the parent and you can do anything you want anytime you want to. Yessiree, that'll make your alienated kids like you again. Nothing childish about that.
Really?
That's the best idea you can think of?
I guess that's better than last week when he was telling the kids that they couldn't talk to each other. Or sit alone together in a bedroom trying to memorize the periodic table. Because a barely-teenage girl will naturally not be thinking about homework with her barely-double-digit-age brother.
Can you hear yourself, dude? Your brain is puking crap all over your face. You don't seem to realize how utterly stupid you are. And worst of all, I told you how to be friends with your kids! I told you what two behaviors would get them to like you again! You never listen to me and now your kids hate you even more than they did before you abandoned them.
Serves you right.
30 March 2015
26 March 2015
That One Guy
Ahh, the joke that is my sister's marriage. Her nearly-ex-husband is ... interesting at best. The divorce proceedings are a joke and his behavior is so much worse than even his autistic son. If you've ever seen a grown man acting like a snotty 2-year-old, you can already see where this is going.
Recently, he threw a fit about his daughter not liking him. He insists that it's everybody else's job to make her like him. Mostly my sister's job. Her responsibility, actually. Guess what, doofus? If you abandon your family and divorce your wife, it's no longer her job to make your life easier in ANY way. You screwed up. You deal with it.
Hopefully he understands one day.
Hopefully.
He won't. If it isn't about him, it doesn't exist. Self-centered people really cause a lot of problems. And they're so difficult deal with. Too bad it's illegal to kill stupid, self-centered people.
Recently, he threw a fit about his daughter not liking him. He insists that it's everybody else's job to make her like him. Mostly my sister's job. Her responsibility, actually. Guess what, doofus? If you abandon your family and divorce your wife, it's no longer her job to make your life easier in ANY way. You screwed up. You deal with it.
Hopefully he understands one day.
Hopefully.
He won't. If it isn't about him, it doesn't exist. Self-centered people really cause a lot of problems. And they're so difficult deal with. Too bad it's illegal to kill stupid, self-centered people.
21 March 2015
Not only no, hell no...
*continued*
So I walked away from Hell (my job of 1 year prior). I left contact information. I expected someone to call or email or text me. Especially my 'friend' who I'd been helping with her job for the last 2 years. No one called.
About a month later, I got an email from the President of the Board of Directors of Hell. Lets call him .... Burns. Burns said in the email that they needed me to tell them the password on my office phone and computer as no one could access anything. Obviously it was rude of me to place passwords on everything before walking out the door with no notice and no way for them to access me.
BIG FAT LIES!
I've never had a password on my phone. If there was one, it wasn't me that put it on. I had no idea what the computer password was because the new Dictator locked me out of everything technology related because she claimed I was "incompetent". If there are passwords, I left the list with the lying Business Manager. The Business Manager I thought was my friend.
Betrayal ripped through me. I'd been ignoring other office staff who would Facebook me to tell me that my friend was badmouthing me. I dismissed all the claims that she and several others were blaming all the office problems on me. I thought they were my friends. I'd been protecting them for years. I'd been buying them lunch and helping their kids with homework. I thought....
Oh boy was I wrong.
No one believed me. No one believed that I hadn't sabotaged Hell on my way out. No one offered sympathy. No one said anything about a going away party. No one sad anything at all. I even tried contacting my friend about things. She had handed in her resignation the same day I did. Turned out she was still working there. They assured her changes would happen and things would improve. Turns out I was right all along... they were trying to drive me out.
The hilarious part is that in November Hell contacted me. They needed help with a fundraiser they were knee deep in. I was hugely offended. Yep, that's how they work. Only demand assistance when they need something. I cried for an hour after that phone call. And the worst part of it? They had the only person left that I would have answered for do the calling.
I don't answer the phone anymore.
So I walked away from Hell (my job of 1 year prior). I left contact information. I expected someone to call or email or text me. Especially my 'friend' who I'd been helping with her job for the last 2 years. No one called.
About a month later, I got an email from the President of the Board of Directors of Hell. Lets call him .... Burns. Burns said in the email that they needed me to tell them the password on my office phone and computer as no one could access anything. Obviously it was rude of me to place passwords on everything before walking out the door with no notice and no way for them to access me.
BIG FAT LIES!
I've never had a password on my phone. If there was one, it wasn't me that put it on. I had no idea what the computer password was because the new Dictator locked me out of everything technology related because she claimed I was "incompetent". If there are passwords, I left the list with the lying Business Manager. The Business Manager I thought was my friend.
Betrayal ripped through me. I'd been ignoring other office staff who would Facebook me to tell me that my friend was badmouthing me. I dismissed all the claims that she and several others were blaming all the office problems on me. I thought they were my friends. I'd been protecting them for years. I'd been buying them lunch and helping their kids with homework. I thought....
Oh boy was I wrong.
No one believed me. No one believed that I hadn't sabotaged Hell on my way out. No one offered sympathy. No one said anything about a going away party. No one sad anything at all. I even tried contacting my friend about things. She had handed in her resignation the same day I did. Turned out she was still working there. They assured her changes would happen and things would improve. Turns out I was right all along... they were trying to drive me out.
The hilarious part is that in November Hell contacted me. They needed help with a fundraiser they were knee deep in. I was hugely offended. Yep, that's how they work. Only demand assistance when they need something. I cried for an hour after that phone call. And the worst part of it? They had the only person left that I would have answered for do the calling.
I don't answer the phone anymore.
20 March 2015
Oh Hell no ...
Last year about this time I had a job. As work goes, it sucked. Literally. It sucked the life and joy right out of my soul. After 8 years, I hated it. I was only holding on mentally for a few people that I thought were my friends.
Let's call this particular workplace Hell. I'm trying to be professional, after all, while I deal with my problems and insecurities. (I think I'm trying anyway...) At Hell, we had a Dictator who was a good boss. She listened and thought things through before making decisions. Being a small 'company' everyone wanted a voice in decision making. The Dictator gave them that voice. We all felt happy and fulfilled because of the good we were sharing with the world.
Until the Manager was hired. Yelling, throwing things, back-biting, manipulating, slander, and on and on and on. Things went south incredibly quickly. I was publicly ridiculed on so many occasions - which is truly sad because I was a grunt that wasn't a threat to ANYONE's job. The Manager hated me. Except on days that she would hug me and offer back rubs while I was working. It was creepy psycho. I didn't know how to react.
Until the Dictator got a better offer. She'd been beaten pretty badly herself through a few recent mutinous rebellions and she needed a break. So she left. She left Hell. She left the city. She left the state. She went somewhere else to be happy. I'm proud of her.
Things got worse and worse. I was removed from my job and instructed to find my replacement via outsourcing. I found irrefutable proof that the one person I was staying for had lied to me. Big lies. Big fat hairy lies. So I left. I handed in my resignation and left contact information for my final week. No one called. Not even my so-called friend.
Apparently I wasn't as useful as I had thought.
Let's call this particular workplace Hell. I'm trying to be professional, after all, while I deal with my problems and insecurities. (I think I'm trying anyway...) At Hell, we had a Dictator who was a good boss. She listened and thought things through before making decisions. Being a small 'company' everyone wanted a voice in decision making. The Dictator gave them that voice. We all felt happy and fulfilled because of the good we were sharing with the world.
Until the Manager was hired. Yelling, throwing things, back-biting, manipulating, slander, and on and on and on. Things went south incredibly quickly. I was publicly ridiculed on so many occasions - which is truly sad because I was a grunt that wasn't a threat to ANYONE's job. The Manager hated me. Except on days that she would hug me and offer back rubs while I was working. It was creepy psycho. I didn't know how to react.
Until the Dictator got a better offer. She'd been beaten pretty badly herself through a few recent mutinous rebellions and she needed a break. So she left. She left Hell. She left the city. She left the state. She went somewhere else to be happy. I'm proud of her.
Things got worse and worse. I was removed from my job and instructed to find my replacement via outsourcing. I found irrefutable proof that the one person I was staying for had lied to me. Big lies. Big fat hairy lies. So I left. I handed in my resignation and left contact information for my final week. No one called. Not even my so-called friend.
Apparently I wasn't as useful as I had thought.
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