On Thursday night my shift supervisor passed away from complications arising from her chemotherapy. She’s been pretty sick for a year; it started with gallbladder surgery, which aggravated her diabetes, and then a few months ago she found a lump in her breast. So after rounds of chemo and radiation and losing all her hair and a double mastectomy and being in and out of the hospital sick as a dog, she died. She was a nice lady who was into needlepoint and crocheting. Last year on my birthday when I was feeling kind of down she brought me a birthday cake. She leaves behind a husband and 3 kids and 2 grandbabies.
All of which has fuck-all to do with my rant, but I’m still bewildered about why something like this happened to her.
I learned tonight that one of the other women who works here has already emailed the director asking for the supervisor position. Perhaps I’m being a bit thin-skinned here, but would it have killed her to at least wait until the previous supervisor was in the ground? It’s not like we’re in dire need of a supervisor; we’ve gone months without one now. When the director is ready to appoint a new supervisor, he’ll ask for applications.
There’s no danger of Miss Shitwit actually getting the job; I’ve got seniority, and more importantly I won’t cause the entire graveyard shift to quit. My previous supervisor made me promise I would put in for it, and I will, but for the love of Buford, at least I’ve got enough class to wait until AFTER the FUCKING FUNERAL.
She’s due in here in an hour. I’m just waiting for her to casually ask me if I’ve applied yet. I plan to put on my most appalled face and say, “Good Lord, no! That would be crude as hell!”
Sorry about the lack of vitriol, but I’m tired and disgusted.
Well, if I had more energy I was going to post something like YOU SELF-CENTERED KNOB-GOBBLING EVIL-EYED TWISTED SICK BITCH!!! THAT’S SOME EXTREME FUCKING GALL, YOU LITTLE TWATSORE, YOU’RE NOT FIT TO LICK THE DOG SHIT OFF HER BOOTS, AND SATAN’LL BE SODOMIZING SINNERS WITH SNOWBALLS BEFORE I TAKE ORDERS FROM YOU!!!
But I’m tired.
She’s been here a while and so far she’s not speaking to me. Good. And I thank you all for your sympathy; she was no angel (who is?) but she was a cool lady and a good dispatcher; she’ll be missed.
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Well, if I had more energy I was going to post something like YOU SELF-CENTERED KNOB-GOBBLING EVIL-EYED TWISTED SICK BITCH!!! THAT’S SOME EXTREME FUCKING GALL, YOU LITTLE TWATSORE, YOU’RE NOT FIT TO LICK THE DOG SHIT OFF HER BOOTS, AND SATAN’LL BE SODOMIZING SINNERS WITH SNOWBALLS BEFORE I TAKE ORDERS FROM YOU!!!
I hear the boss was just as appalled as I was. (Not that I ever actually see the boss - one of the perks of graveyard shift.)
The funeral was standing-room only, and I ran out of Kleenexes.
On a totally unrelated note, one of my co-workers has just stretched herself out on the floor flat on her back and gone to sleep. She looks like a gunshot victim. I wish I had some chalk.
Forgive the rambling; I haven’t had a cigarette in 25 hrs, 11 mins and I’m trying to keep my hands busy. At first I thought I picked a bad day to quit smoking 'cause the funeral almost broke my will, but then I decided I picked a good day after all; my supe was always on my ass about it. God bless her.
Dick Ritchie: Clarence, do you have any idea how much coke you have here?
Clarence Worley: How much?
Dick Ritchie: I don’t know, but it’s a fuckin’ lot
Sorry about your loss. You are showing more class than many people would by waiting the appropriate period and the boss is showing more class than I would expect with his or her response to that woman’s claim jumping.
You might be happy to hear the old “Only the good die young” adage doesn’t always apply. I learned a short while ago that the physically and emotionally abusive, not to mention selfish and cheating as well, ex-boyfriend of one of my friends had a spontaneous fatal brain anyeurism one day while grocery shopping.
I’m sorry to hear about this lady. She sounded like a very caring person. The difference is, when the good die young they are loved and fondly remembered. As for assholes like my friend’s ex, if I had a dog I would take it to shit on his grave. Hope whoever’s in charge of hiring sees the job-jumper for the asswipe she is and turns her down flat.
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Mr. Burns: Any of these islands would make a fine new country!
Homer: I call president!
Mr. Burns: Vice president!
Smithers: [miserable] Ohhh…
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