OK. Here’s the situation.
As some of you may or may not know, I currently work in a bookbindery while I await my imminent departure into the Air Force. It’s not a bad job, per se, but it has given me nothing but headaches of late. So, here we go.
(ego trip) I’m an exceptionally hard worker (if I do say so myself). I may piss and moan, but the job gets done, with no muss and no fuss. When they need someone to do a tough job, they call me. (end ego trip)
Apparently, this has not endeared me to my coworkers. They take great delight in trying to hinder me while I’m working. I ignore it for the most part, as it is not really worthy of my attention. However, something was said the other day that has set off a firestorm, one that will not go away.
One of my machine operators, just looking for a way to piss me off, found the one topic that works. He said:“Hey, howsa 'bout I break in your little sister’s ass for you?”
After I somehow got control of my temper, he just started in on me with a constant barrage of insults, mostly scatological, and all personal, in nature.
So OK, ha ha ha, the joke’s on me. No big deal. But then he gets his little entourage to come after me, too. And that’s when all hell breaks loose.
I’m getting it from all sides at this point. So I decide that a few sharp, particularly vile epithets will get them off my back.
Nope. It doesn’t work that way, I guess. In fact, all it did was get me challenged to a fight by my chief antagonist. Well, hell, I’d be glad to oblige, but I’m supposed to be somewhat mature at this point in my life. So I demure. And so now, I’m a big wimp, in addition to the insults.
You would think that by the time you hit 25 (my age), people would get past the insult stage and attempt to act professional. I couldn’t get that lucky. But I digress.
Here’s the whole purpose of this little story. I want to know what you would do, if you were in my place.
Your choices are:
a)Beat the punk like a red-headed stepchild. Easily accomplished, but pointless, IMHO.
b)Stick it out and endure another 3 months of crap.
c)Quit, since all my bills are paid, and everything I make is essentially spending money.
In addition to the above, I do have other alternatives. My old boss from my previous job has been begging me to come back to work for him. I could work for my uncle, a successful businessman. The possibilities are endless. Not to mention that, as previously stated, I’m going to Air Force Basic Training in August. 
On the other hand, I like my job. It hurts, and it beats me silly, but it’s also the best diet I ever went on, 70 pounds later. It keeps me in fairly good shape, as well.
So, what do you think? As the Clash once said, “Do I stay or do I go?”
PS: This thread could have gone anywhere, so if you (the Mods) need to move it, that’s fine with me.
it’ll be great. and as for your coworkers, make sure you find a way to screw them over real bad before you leave. accidentally leave them shorthanded the day before a deadline or something. you don’t need to put up with their shit, especially if you don’t need the money.