I’m Rubber, You’re Glue

The first test of working at home is at hand, and I couldn’t be happier.

Back in California in the office, the drama is erupting like an old pustule heated to the boiling point. (Ewwe. That was gross.)

Krysta is the woman who would give me rides when my leg was in a lot of pain…but make me pay not only monetarily (not an issue), but by drowning me in passive aggressive, negative, hateful comments and actions. I would ask her constantly if she was over it and wanted me to find another way to and from work, I did everything I could to express my gratitude…and she would still talk shit while assuring me to my face that it wasn’t an issue. I feel that I also need to say here that this huge ride we are talking about is 5 minutes each way by car, a mile and a half. Krysta’s crap talking was never limited to just me, either. Anyone was fair game.

Finally, Jessie — a challenging and difficult woman to work with in the best of times — asked why, if everyone bothered her so much, she wasn’t just upfront with us. Jessie is one of those people with whom you don’t ever need to wonder how she feels because she is straightforward as hell.

On Monday, Krysta came in early and started doing other people’s work because she wasn’t set up. Jessie came in and threw a fit because it was her work that Krysta was doing. They had a little tiff and it was over.

Someone else went and told our supervisor that there was trouble. Shit started and it blew out of proportion. Krysta and Lonnie are very close, but as they both so often do, they started talking crap on each other in instant messenger to various other people. Then I was brought up. Krysta told someone that I fled the state and was ready to quit my job because of Jessie. I don’t know where to begin to say what’s wrong with that. And Krysta has no idea what she did, nor would she recognize it if someone told her.

I was sitting happily at home, totally unaware of anything going on until the next day. Happily, the workplace drama tried to pass me by, took a boomerang turn, and bounced right off me. I didn’t participate, I didn’t acknowledge it, I didn’t have anything to do with it.

But Krysta, Jessie, and Lonnie all got it. Our supervisor confronted them all with a print out of their IMs to each other. All that drama they tried to throw at other people — including me, almost 900 miles away — bounced off the intended targets, and stuck to their messy asses.

All that shit, all that trying to drag other people into it, it all is bouncing off the targets and sticking right to the shit talkers. It’s like watching karma in action. Meanwhile, I couldn’t help but think that it’s years of evil coming back to haunt them. And it’s bouncing off me and right back to the slingers. Most of me is glad to be apart and away and is spending time pretending that I am above it all. The other part of me is vindictive and filled with glee, watching this from the sidelines and cackling. This part is kicking with evil happiness and ordering more popcorn for the next round. This is also the part who would take the time to write an entry like this.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to go put that part of me in a headlock and let the good person back out.

~ by Darren Endymion on September 1, 2016.

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