The bastard that got away
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I always put up with shit from people because I'm far too nice.
My last two jobs I was treat like shit and a retard, I had to think, 'I'm doing it for the money, I need this money to buy Christmas presents. Smile and ignore them.'
Put me off finding another job, I must say.
I always put up with shit from people because I'm far too nice.
My last two jobs I was treat like shit and a retard, I had to think, 'I'm doing it for the money, I need this money to buy Christmas presents. Smile and ignore them.'
Put me off finding another job, I must say.
Jeronus said:
I'm fairly sure that if there were better offers out there he would have taken it.Kukul said:
I worked fast food for most of my teen years. Stealing frozen boneless wings helped make me feel like I was "Getting back at the man". Also, facial expressions and tone help to beat down a person like her.
I remember putting a blank hypnotized look on my face while being yelled at and snapping out of it with a giant smile and asking the guy in an overly present sugar coated tone "Can I get you anything else today buddy?"
His look was priceless.
I've fought mudcrabs more fearsome than you!CrazyBerk said:
edit: Oh sorry....someone already said that. My bad....I just love that line. Sorry for the off topic but my favorite guard quip from oblivion has to be "You'll make a fine pair of boots, Lizard!!!
For me it was somebody who, and this has been going on a lonnngggggg time, would always start on me when he saw me. It had something to do with the fact that he wasn't just a perfect example of the chav stereotype, but he probably invented it (i.e. don't leave home without a gang, a tracksuit, an annoying accent and several knives).
He would always give me and my friends shit just because of something i did do him ages ago, and he started that as well.
But lashing out at somebody when they have 15 friends with them and there's maybe 3 of you has always been one of the best ways to get a free ticket to A&E or the morgue.
But if there's one person i want to roast over a campfire, it's him.
He would always give me and my friends shit just because of something i did do him ages ago, and he started that as well.
But lashing out at somebody when they have 15 friends with them and there's maybe 3 of you has always been one of the best ways to get a free ticket to A&E or the morgue.
But if there's one person i want to roast over a campfire, it's him.
I had the same sort of thing as a trolley boy, but I took it and walked away. Then she actually got in her car did a circuit came back round, insulted me again and then drove off. I swear though if she had given me a chance to reply I would have lost my job but I would have felt so satisfied...Jeronus said:
In the OP's original example, the best strategy would be to respond with "Thank you, i am quite chunky, that's what comes from eating naughty children and insulting women" then start licking your lips.
WARNING: Might get you fired, but totally worth it
Having worked in retail and being told SEVERAL times that I ruined Christmas by not having a Garlic Crusher on hand is unresonably high
WARNING: Might get you fired, but totally worth it
Having worked in retail and being told SEVERAL times that I ruined Christmas by not having a Garlic Crusher on hand is unresonably high
Well I'm a high school student and I'm kinda nerdy so you would think people give me shit, but they don't. It might have to do with my best friend being three times bigger than anyone there, but you know.
Well actually once there was like 5 kindergardener making fun of me and one of my friends as we walked down the street and I couldn't do anything cause there just little kids. So we ignored them. Then the second time around the block they started up again and I was some mad. So I just gave them a really dirty look and they shut up.
dirty look = mean look for those who might not know.
Well actually once there was like 5 kindergardener making fun of me and one of my friends as we walked down the street and I couldn't do anything cause there just little kids. So we ignored them. Then the second time around the block they started up again and I was some mad. So I just gave them a really dirty look and they shut up.
dirty look = mean look for those who might not know.
Take a step back and look at the irony of the situation. This old lady apparently has nothing better to do than mock someone contractually inclined to please the customers. Which implies that she's too afraid to do it to someone who's capable of both verbal retaliation and keeping his job, something of a fairly pathetic statement. If she gets you to snap at her, she's won this game of low stakes she's desperate enough to play and gets the feeling of moral superiority to this big dumb fat guy who yells at her.Jeronus said:
Her game is getting you to play her game, not to come up with a witty retort. Thank her for providing a source of amusement to this day and laugh as you handle her groceries; it's likely she'll be weirded out into shutting up if nothing else.
It's teachers that do it to me. They start annoying you or patrionising you about homework or something and it's like, I can't call them a ***** or i'll get suspended.
I'd love to hack our school's system to get em back.
I'd love to hack our school's system to get em back.
well wheni i used to live with my ex boyfriend,his mom was living there too, one day i was disiplining my dog for taking a crap on the floor( i wasnt beating him i just gave him a hard slap on the butt) she stated screaming at me that i was abusing him so i replied " sorry i dont let my dog think its ok th shit on the floor like yours do" so then she came at me and pulled my hair and kicked me to the ground..
she is 55 and im 19, i could have killed her ass but i let it go because i had no where else to stay at the moment and i did love my ex at the time.
needless to say i moved out a month later cause that ***** got in my way again and i had to get out before i put her in the hospital
she is 55 and im 19, i could have killed her ass but i let it go because i had no where else to stay at the moment and i did love my ex at the time.
needless to say i moved out a month later cause that ***** got in my way again and i had to get out before i put her in the hospital
I think I mentioned this once before in a completely different thread, but when I was around 8 or 9 years old, I got beaten up by a bunch of older boys. They'd knock me down, and as soon as I'd get back up they'd clothesline me back down. I curled up into a ball to protect myself, and one of the bastards started trying to toss me around. They didn't actually injured me in the end; I came off with little more than a few bruises. However, I was hurt in other ways.
I wasn't even 10! And until the second half of high school I was always small for my age. They were teenagers! Five teenagers! Did they think it was cool to beat up a small child? Did I make them laugh?! They humiliated me for no reason other than that they could!
I was angry for years after that incident. Even in my senior year of high school I dreamed of meeting at least one of them again. I dreamed that they'd remember me as I was, and that they'd be afraid of the six foot tall black belt I'd become.
About two years ago, I let that all go. I still get mad when I think about, but the rage that would consume me whenever that memory popped is gone now. I take my satsifaction in knowing that I'm a better person than any of them ever could be.
I wasn't even 10! And until the second half of high school I was always small for my age. They were teenagers! Five teenagers! Did they think it was cool to beat up a small child? Did I make them laugh?! They humiliated me for no reason other than that they could!
I was angry for years after that incident. Even in my senior year of high school I dreamed of meeting at least one of them again. I dreamed that they'd remember me as I was, and that they'd be afraid of the six foot tall black belt I'd become.
About two years ago, I let that all go. I still get mad when I think about, but the rage that would consume me whenever that memory popped is gone now. I take my satsifaction in knowing that I'm a better person than any of them ever could be.
Well, let me just put this in an order I find logical...
First: I am VERY overweight, I'm most likely considered obese.
Second: I am insulted a lot.
Third: I always have a response to everything.
Fourth: I can punch damn hard.
Well, considering all that, I've had many a good comebacks in my life, and even better fights. Not many manage to get away, because, if they get away before a comeback, I can sprint illogically fast for a man of my weight.
But, the ones that get away...I hate them. I hate them all. My personal not favorite: I was walking down the street toward my beautiful river down the road, when I spotted one of the kids from my school(on his driver's permit, but not actually legal without an adult, which there wasn't one of.) He was approaching at high speed, and VEERED HIS CAR ONTO THE DIRT ROAD THAT I WAS WALKING ON. I continued walking, rolling my eyes and thinking he was gonna stop, which he didn't, naturally. I jumped up onto the hood of his car, then he slammed on the brake, causing me to fly forward about ten feet. He drove up beside me, called me a fatass, and as I lay on the ground, struggling to get up, he pulled a cylinder thing of salt out of a grocery bag and emptied it on my face.
I have not got back at him to this day, I still have not fully devised my plan for the perfect murder, and therefore can't get away with it yet. >.>
First: I am VERY overweight, I'm most likely considered obese.
Second: I am insulted a lot.
Third: I always have a response to everything.
Fourth: I can punch damn hard.
Well, considering all that, I've had many a good comebacks in my life, and even better fights. Not many manage to get away, because, if they get away before a comeback, I can sprint illogically fast for a man of my weight.
But, the ones that get away...I hate them. I hate them all. My personal not favorite: I was walking down the street toward my beautiful river down the road, when I spotted one of the kids from my school(on his driver's permit, but not actually legal without an adult, which there wasn't one of.) He was approaching at high speed, and VEERED HIS CAR ONTO THE DIRT ROAD THAT I WAS WALKING ON. I continued walking, rolling my eyes and thinking he was gonna stop, which he didn't, naturally. I jumped up onto the hood of his car, then he slammed on the brake, causing me to fly forward about ten feet. He drove up beside me, called me a fatass, and as I lay on the ground, struggling to get up, he pulled a cylinder thing of salt out of a grocery bag and emptied it on my face.
I have not got back at him to this day, I still have not fully devised my plan for the perfect murder, and therefore can't get away with it yet. >.>
....Damn. Skin him alive then wear his skin and fuck his girlfriend. Go for the overkill, man.Crazzee said:
As for mine, I work retail like it seems many of you do. In fact, I work in the warehouse at Best Buy. I have long thick hair, to about the middle of my back. A few days ago, I pulled down a 46" Panasonic plasma TV and was looking around for a two wheeler so I could take it up front.
There was a guy behind me talking to his girlfriend/wife/some female, and this douchebag called me a hippie and a pussy. I looked at him, grinned, then hoisted the approximately 150-200 lb TV over my shoulder. I then informed him that the reason my hair is long is my dead grandfather wore his long, and I do it to pay respect to him.
...I don't let the bastards get away. It pisses me off more than anything else.
My Old Graphic-Tech Teacher. 2 Years I had him, he never understood anything we would say to him. Someone in Our Class's Mum was in a car-crash, and he was unable to understand that this would cause any Coursework to be delayed.
My last Words to him before I left that School;
Him:Good Luck with Your Exam
Me: You sound so much like my Dad
Him: Why? Did He wish you good luck as well?
Me: No. He's a T***er To.
And just walked out. God I hated that man.
My last Words to him before I left that School;
Him:Good Luck with Your Exam
Me: You sound so much like my Dad
Him: Why? Did He wish you good luck as well?
Me: No. He's a T***er To.
And just walked out. God I hated that man.