farm drama part one
He’s sooooooooooo passive-aggressive. And sometimes drives me absolutely nuts. And then sometimes i feel the most compassion for him because he is a nice man, just kinda fucked up.
His passive-aggressiveness is displayed in many ways. He PRAISES you overtly, sometimes in an exaggerated sense and then if you make a mistake he makes this back handed compliment. Where he’s complimenting you but has to add that he’s in some way overwhelmingly surprised that you did it right the first time, or something similar.
Ech
But i feel sometimes working there i’m being tested. Because there have been situations on this job that i recognize that in the past i would have ripped his fucking head off or worse he would have frustrated me so much that i would have cried. And that would have made me mad. And i would have cried more. And it would just get worse. Cycling downward into this awful self-esteem vacuum.
But now, i don’t do that.
Granted i was pissed as all get out when he yelled at me in front of that customer but honestly i think i handled it well. and i think i handled his “i’m sorry you made me mad� apology well. lmao
So i’m still having MAJOR cramps and i’m soooo over the farm. Every Friday morning we have to move the picnic tables onto the lawn. And it’s a pain in the ass any normal day and he’s sooo anal about it it’s ridiculous. See it would be simple to just drag them to their spot but he freaks out when you drag his tables (i witnessed him freak out on someone unnecessarily, big surprise…) so we have to carry these damn things and well, i was having cramps so i sooo didn’t want to do it. and k was cool about it she went to art and said hey m’s in the middle of something can you help me move the picnic tables. And he was pissy for about 45 minutes after. He was throwing things from the loft instead of setting them on the interim shelf. He was walking around huffing and puffing not talking to us. Dickhead.
So then he goes to his office to do some work and comes back smelling like beer. AT 10 IN THE MORNING! Now k has suspected that he drinks during the day and i was noway! And even s on the days he worked he was like do you smell beer on him? And i was pissed i didn’t smell it because i usually pick up on that shit. So yesterday. Definitely beer. And gum. And the funny thing is. You can’t cover it up with gum. Or at least he couldn’t cuz i could distinctly smell beer over the gum. So i told k. yep. I smell it.
So later after the throwing and stuff he goes to run some errands and then do more office work. “a� was sorting berries and she asked (she only speaks Spanish) where art was and i said oh he’s down in the office but k thinks he’s down there drinking. And she got so animated and was oh yes, i can smell beer on him and sometimes i think he drinks wine too i can smell the difference. And i was laughing and k was like what?! What?! And i said well, “a� just confirmed your little theory. Art’s hitting the sauce during the day. and she was so happy. Lol I’M RIGHT I TOLD YOU!
So later the woman that was the customer the day that art lost his fucking mind and yelled at me came in to get some berries. And she said something about the festival. And she said there were so many people and you gals handled it really well. and i said yes, it was really busy. And she said i’ve owned my own businesses before and i know how stressful it can get and i understand that. but i have to tell you ladies you handled the situation very well.
And i didn’t realize she was referring to “the situation� andi was trying to be professional and not say yeah art that fucking jerk…and then she got more specific and said “well, he shouldn’t have yelled at you in front of all those customers, you should never do that. there were so many people here and i understand what he was saying about the register but there was this huge line of people and he just started yelling at you and my grandchildren were here and they stood there with their jaws open and couldn’t believe it.�
Just then art came walking in the store. And she whispered “oh there he is.� And then turned to us and said “HAVE A NICE DAY LADIES!� and left. And he walked through and k and i looked at each other and smiled. And then later of course to each other we said that we knew he was an ass but it was nice to have the customer validate it.
His passive-aggressiveness is displayed in many ways. He PRAISES you overtly, sometimes in an exaggerated sense and then if you make a mistake he makes this back handed compliment. Where he’s complimenting you but has to add that he’s in some way overwhelmingly surprised that you did it right the first time, or something similar.
Ech
But i feel sometimes working there i’m being tested. Because there have been situations on this job that i recognize that in the past i would have ripped his fucking head off or worse he would have frustrated me so much that i would have cried. And that would have made me mad. And i would have cried more. And it would just get worse. Cycling downward into this awful self-esteem vacuum.
But now, i don’t do that.
Granted i was pissed as all get out when he yelled at me in front of that customer but honestly i think i handled it well. and i think i handled his “i’m sorry you made me mad� apology well. lmao
So i’m still having MAJOR cramps and i’m soooo over the farm. Every Friday morning we have to move the picnic tables onto the lawn. And it’s a pain in the ass any normal day and he’s sooo anal about it it’s ridiculous. See it would be simple to just drag them to their spot but he freaks out when you drag his tables (i witnessed him freak out on someone unnecessarily, big surprise…) so we have to carry these damn things and well, i was having cramps so i sooo didn’t want to do it. and k was cool about it she went to art and said hey m’s in the middle of something can you help me move the picnic tables. And he was pissy for about 45 minutes after. He was throwing things from the loft instead of setting them on the interim shelf. He was walking around huffing and puffing not talking to us. Dickhead.
So then he goes to his office to do some work and comes back smelling like beer. AT 10 IN THE MORNING! Now k has suspected that he drinks during the day and i was noway! And even s on the days he worked he was like do you smell beer on him? And i was pissed i didn’t smell it because i usually pick up on that shit. So yesterday. Definitely beer. And gum. And the funny thing is. You can’t cover it up with gum. Or at least he couldn’t cuz i could distinctly smell beer over the gum. So i told k. yep. I smell it.
So later after the throwing and stuff he goes to run some errands and then do more office work. “a� was sorting berries and she asked (she only speaks Spanish) where art was and i said oh he’s down in the office but k thinks he’s down there drinking. And she got so animated and was oh yes, i can smell beer on him and sometimes i think he drinks wine too i can smell the difference. And i was laughing and k was like what?! What?! And i said well, “a� just confirmed your little theory. Art’s hitting the sauce during the day. and she was so happy. Lol I’M RIGHT I TOLD YOU!
So later the woman that was the customer the day that art lost his fucking mind and yelled at me came in to get some berries. And she said something about the festival. And she said there were so many people and you gals handled it really well. and i said yes, it was really busy. And she said i’ve owned my own businesses before and i know how stressful it can get and i understand that. but i have to tell you ladies you handled the situation very well.
And i didn’t realize she was referring to “the situation� andi was trying to be professional and not say yeah art that fucking jerk…and then she got more specific and said “well, he shouldn’t have yelled at you in front of all those customers, you should never do that. there were so many people here and i understand what he was saying about the register but there was this huge line of people and he just started yelling at you and my grandchildren were here and they stood there with their jaws open and couldn’t believe it.�
Just then art came walking in the store. And she whispered “oh there he is.� And then turned to us and said “HAVE A NICE DAY LADIES!� and left. And he walked through and k and i looked at each other and smiled. And then later of course to each other we said that we knew he was an ass but it was nice to have the customer validate it.
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