I'm a brick in a bottle, you have to throw me the right way...

At one of my jobs, I work with a short Guatemalan (machismo opinionated) male.  He is always giving me a hard time, because he thinks he can.  I do not idly sit by and take it.  I can be a tad sassy and sarcastic, in occasion. No biggie.  He says things that one should not say to another individual. Some examples pertain to a female's age or weight. He thinks he is funny. Most of the time I just ignore it. Sometimes I cannot.

(Enter the store manager on stage left one day)

She says that the only thing that masks are good for is hiding her double chin. Fyi, she does not have a double chin. MR. V then states that I have a triple chin. I do not have one either.  I then calmly, yet in a very focused manner, start looking around for a projectile. The only thing I can find is way too harmless.  I vocally express that it was "too light" and calmly put it down. Shortly after, I see our massive metal bean scoop and proclaim, "This will do nicely."  

Disclaimer: I did not throw it. It was calmly put back on the counter and I walked away to do my job.

Today, another coworker informs me that my store manager was talking about me and V. She thinks that I get mad at V when he says things. I do not ever get mad. If it irritates me, I try to keep my mouth shut.  I get that his opinions are culturally based with some things. That us what saves him. My coworker knows how much of a dry, twisted sense of humor I have.  The store manager has not learned about that facet yet.  Hahaha.  

Sidenote: I did once look at my empty cup and say something like, " Too bad I cannot fit a brick in here. I could chuck it at your face then." Again, nothing was thrown but words. If I am truly throwing things, you need to get the hell away from me. I am beyond mad and my inner demon is coming out to play.

I am glad I work tomorrow. I don't want my grieving demon to come out to torture me. Tomorrow is the 5th anniversary of my goompa's death. Enough about that however...

Everyone have a great night. Talk to you later.--Your friendly neighborhood brick thrower, Robyn