Fri. Jan 31st
The day before the first, January 31st, my day started with Reilly giving me some s**t about a gas card. Mind you, I had quite literally just stepped into the building, reporting to my Zone's supervisor to figure out where tf I'm going to be at for the day since I got bumped off of my original assignment. He immediately locked eyes w me, shouted my name from across the floor and the stupid s**t ensued. I wasn't going around telling people I was angry, but it was written all over my face.
Fast fwd about 30 minutes later. I'm inside of my truck with the sliding door open organizing before I take off. I suddenly see Diego. He has this goofy a** look on his ******** face. Its like he's hopelessly in love with a slight smirk on his face, nearly sporting a puppy face type look that makes me want to yak. I don't know if this look is genuine or if he's trying to sell me a "gushy" feeling to sway me to react in his favor. Either way, I find it repulsing that looking at me. Stop ******** looking at me like that.
In my mind I sigh, I physically turn away as he walks up. He says hi, I respond dryly. The conversation turns to be something like this:
Me: What do you want?
Diego: Why are you mad?
Me: I don't know.
Diego: You dont know?
Me: (do I seriously have to spell out to you that I don't want to talk to you bro.) ...I don't want to talk about it.
After this interaction, I keep trying to turn my back to him to indicate that I no longer want to talk and I'm trying to end the conversation. He just stands there. Holding onto MY bin that I have posted up next to my truck. Not saying anything but looking around like a lost duck. A few moments pass of silence and him standing there. I guess he gets it bc he eventually says something along the lines of "okay I'll see you later", but I don't remember what it was that he said, since I was so focused on ignoring him in hopes that he would leave, which he thankfully did.
When I was talking to him, I did give him a good handful of attitude, hoping he'd get the idea that I didn't want to talk to him. I know that he was playing my attitude off in the context of "I saw that you were mad about something, and now I'm trying to investigate", when in actuality he wanted to ask me why I've been avoiding him. I know that is what's going on, and its pissing me off. I'm not ******** stupid, you know.
Sat. Feb 1st
A day passes. I come in, scheduled to be where I'm supposed to. All of a sudden, we're called to the middle of the floor for a service announcement. My great friend Baroo (Todd) was standing near me already before the announcement started, and right over his shoulder I see that bloody Diego. He's standing right behind Crooks, near a tall metal basket used for high volume objects. He goes from being barely visible but detectable, to standing and looking directly in front of me. I could catch fire how blazingly pissed I was to have this guy locked in front of me. I had to bear it, and proceed until I could break away and keep doing what I have to. Already bad enough I walked off to avoid him walking up to me before the announcement.
Later in the morning, I am at my truck. Again. Doing the same s**t. And who do I ******** see walking up to me with that same stupid ******** look from yesterday? You guessed it. I turn my head but audibly say to myself "Here we go. AGAIN.", breathe in, and look over at this fool. He apparently chose not to take the very clear hint of me not wanting to talk to him, because he AGAIN asks me, like clockwork even, "Why are you mad?".
I feel my eye twitch, and I take a breath. Why the ******** is this guy asking me the same exact question he posed yesterday after I gave him strong attitude how I didn't want to talk about it. I say, "Why are you so eager to know?"
He shrugs, brings his head to the side, and grunts in an "idk" kind of way then says "I just do."
I could supernova at this point. You're trying to be flirty with your insincere attempt of dissecting what's going on. I hate the ******** cutesy act. ******** stop it. just stop talking to me. or looking at me. Forget I exist like they all do. just go away.
I sigh. "you know what, man." I contort my body as far to the left that I could. Not to check who was around, but because I was so full of restraint-breaking rage that doing this was the immediate way for me to expend this physical energy so I didn't grab him by his ankles and put him through my truck.
"If I have to be honest with you, You make me uncomfortable. There have been events in the past where you've displayed your... eagerness, and I just don't like it."
His face doesn't budge. Maybe he was surprised that I brought this to him, but how the ******** can you be shocked that I'm uncomfortable when you know I'm avoiding you, I'm not taking ANY of your calls, you've said yourself that you know that you're bothering me.. You were never considerate on how I felt about your behaviours. So why are you acting so ******** shocked? Anyway, I digress.
His face doesn't move. He puffs his cheek, drops his head and looks the other way. At this point, I don't give a ******** what his response is or whatever or however he wants to continue. After this, we're both silent.
I turn away, and continue working. He hurriedly says "welp, thank you for your honesty" and walks off. I dont say anything.
Don't ******** thank me for my honesty you ******** freak.
He was supposed to show up to the "Christmas Party" the next day, but didn't show (thank ******** god.), and hasn't shown up to work Monday or today. Wednesday was supposed to be his day off, but he somehow managed to work it to Tuesday. Can you guess why?
Nobody has seen him yet. Lets see if the poor b*****d will show tomorrow. I hope not.
And let this stupid mf try to do something to me. I'm ******** ready for you, you don't even know the half of it. Come try me if you want to.
//ended at 2:47AM
Later in the morning, I am at my truck. Again. Doing the same s**t. And who do I ******** see walking up to me with that same stupid ******** look from yesterday? You guessed it. I turn my head but audibly say to myself "Here we go. AGAIN.", breathe in, and look over at this fool. He apparently chose not to take the very clear hint of me not wanting to talk to him, because he AGAIN asks me, like clockwork even, "Why are you mad?".
I feel my eye twitch, and I take a breath. Why the ******** is this guy asking me the same exact question he posed yesterday after I gave him strong attitude how I didn't want to talk about it. I say, "Why are you so eager to know?"
He shrugs, brings his head to the side, and grunts in an "idk" kind of way then says "I just do."
I could supernova at this point. You're trying to be flirty with your insincere attempt of dissecting what's going on. I hate the ******** cutesy act. ******** stop it. just stop talking to me. or looking at me. Forget I exist like they all do. just go away.
I sigh. "you know what, man." I contort my body as far to the left that I could. Not to check who was around, but because I was so full of restraint-breaking rage that doing this was the immediate way for me to expend this physical energy so I didn't grab him by his ankles and put him through my truck.
"If I have to be honest with you, You make me uncomfortable. There have been events in the past where you've displayed your... eagerness, and I just don't like it."
His face doesn't budge. Maybe he was surprised that I brought this to him, but how the ******** can you be shocked that I'm uncomfortable when you know I'm avoiding you, I'm not taking ANY of your calls, you've said yourself that you know that you're bothering me.. You were never considerate on how I felt about your behaviours. So why are you acting so ******** shocked? Anyway, I digress.
His face doesn't move. He puffs his cheek, drops his head and looks the other way. At this point, I don't give a ******** what his response is or whatever or however he wants to continue. After this, we're both silent.
I turn away, and continue working. He hurriedly says "welp, thank you for your honesty" and walks off. I dont say anything.
Don't ******** thank me for my honesty you ******** freak.
He was supposed to show up to the "Christmas Party" the next day, but didn't show (thank ******** god.), and hasn't shown up to work Monday or today. Wednesday was supposed to be his day off, but he somehow managed to work it to Tuesday. Can you guess why?
Nobody has seen him yet. Lets see if the poor b*****d will show tomorrow. I hope not.
And let this stupid mf try to do something to me. I'm ******** ready for you, you don't even know the half of it. Come try me if you want to.
//ended at 2:47AM
