Listen, I know this has been a crap year for you thus far. First there’s your ongoing I’m-taking-him-to-court drama with your ex who, I agree, has become more than a SOB since the divorce 4 YEARS AGO and now that he has a new family he sees your younger son as nothing more than gum that’s stuck to the bottom of one’s shoe. Second is the drama with said son who ended up spending most of the summer in the hospital with bleeding ulcers and my god HE’S ONLY 13! Which, of course, made you miss work, which means that now you’ve used up all your sick time and you didn’t paid anything after that which means HOW AM I GOING TO PAY THE RENT AND MY HEALTH INSURANCE IF THEY CUT MY HOURS BECAUSE I’M PART TIME? Then you discovered another lump in your breast which you’ve been keeping hush-hush but that doesn’t matter because everybody knows I SURVIVED BREAST CANCER 8 YEARS AGO AND I CAN’T AFFORD TO GO THROUGH THAT AGAIN BECAUSE THAT SOB DIVORCED ME!
But you know what’s crappier than all that? You really want to know? Taking everything out on the rest of us, that’s what. It’s more than your natural bossiness. It’s more than your OCD “Do it MY way” (and you’re not even management!) Hell, it’s even more the way you managed to play each one of us against the other so that you know that anything uttered under any of our breaths is fodder for your never-ending flapping mouth and invisible antennae.
You do not speak. You SHRIEK. You throw things around when you’re upset when you’re not treated like the departmental queen because that means you HAVE to do ACTUAL MENIAL WORK like the rest of us. If you’re not throwing things around, you’re SHRIEKING even more of the unfairness of it all. You SHRIEK when any of us doesn’t do anything the way YOU want it done. You’ve made some of us cry. And yes, you’ve derived benefits from this because nobody in management wants to deal with you, even though you’ve been dragged up there numerous times and written up for your behavior. You wept when the store manager suggested therapy, then you started yet another tirade that he be so arrogant as to even SUGGEST it. Hey but listen, they have a heart. They know the crap you’re dealing with. They don’t want to fire you unless you do or say something so henious that even you wouldn’t even feel the door hitting your ass on the way out.
This doesn’t help those of us who have to put up with you for 8 hours every single day, though. We’ve tried. We’ve given you the benefit of the doubt countless times; we’ve dismissed your behavior time and again because of all this crap you’re going through. You’ve been told to KEEP YOUR PERSONAL LIFE OUT OF THE DEPARTMENT more times than any of us can count, but it obviously doesn’t matter. You don’t see me publicly wailing about my mom’s Alzheimer’s, do you? Or a fellow coworker publicly wailing about her husband’s layoff? Or yet another coworker’s medical problems just as serious as your cancer? We might mention something here and there, but that’s it. No, that’s not enough for you. You don’t even give a shit, but that’s OK, really. Seriously. We’re just your coworkers.
What the FUCK are we supposed to do with you? We’re at the end of the proverbial rope, and it’s starting to unravel. None of us are violent people, but we have Rambo fantasies of taking you down with an Uzi or hog-tying you, slapping superglue on your lips, then depositing you at the nearest mental health facility. Because, you see, YOU’RE the one who NEEDS HELP and you’re too arrogant to admit it. And we’re exhausted. We’ve tried. AND WE DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO!