First of all, my fifth grade teacher…who when I walked back into the room from the restroom, started yelling at me. Really, really loudly. For no apparent reason. Then, when I had been reduced to tears, she said “And that, class, is an example of misplaced anger.” So matt_mcl, I’m with you on that one.
Then I joined a temp company for a little while. It wasn’t the first time I’d temped, but my “agent” did something unforgivable in my eyes. He asked my salary, in front of himself, his secretary, some guy who was also applying for a temp job, and the office dog. My salary was really low, but I liked my job, so there were other reasons I was staying there, and I’d always been taught you never ask for salary, especially not in front of other people. The combined looks of pity and disgust from everyone were utterly humiliating. I’ve never forgiven him.
Nowadays I’m a lot less sensitive, so I have less of these, but I could tell you about the humiliating things my family said to me. Family should realize that something cruel you say at 16 really does stay with the child for a long time.
I had a friend of mine try to steal my sons identity.
I knew this person for about 18 years. He actually was a friend of my brothers and when he passed away he remained a good friend of the family. I trusted him and thought of him as part of my family, he was my surrogate brother.
I knew he always had his hand in someone’s “cookie jar” or medicine cabinet as the case may be. I knew of some of his criminal acts and I knew he went to jail for them. Even when he was in jail we wrote back and forth. By his letters and seeing him after he got out I thought he had learned his lesson.
I never in my life thought he would ever hurt me or my family until I got a call from the police that he was picked up and he had several of my son’s things on him. It was not until I got to the police station that I realized he had stolen my son’s SS card and medical card from my purse. He had signed the SS card and had already obtained a library card, phone card and grocery card in my son’s name.
One of the really sad parts for me was he was at my house for his birthday and I later realized by the issue date on the library card that he had taken the SS card prior to his birthday at a previous visit. So he had sat at my house talking, drinking a few beers and cooking out dinner and all the time he had already stolen the items at least 2 months earlier :mad:
He was sentenced to jail for a year and a half for possession of a false prescription and has been released. I have not spoken to to him since the night he left from his birthday and I never will. No one has ever hurt me that bad. I never thought he would ever hurt me or my family. I am still in shock that he did that and it was over 4 years ago
I got an old boss when I worked for a small company who was a crooked, lying weasel.
When I got laid off – 2 weeks after the head programmer and several weeks before the rest of the company – I asked the guy who was doing the firing “why me, instead of one of these other guys?” and he said, “because <Boss> hates you more than the others.”
I take satisfaction in knowing that the guy is always miserable, had his wife leave him, and that he lost a ton of money in that venture.
