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U'szo' bolond vagyok!
by vatten mö

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


Funny story....

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 

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Also, the 19th was the 8th anniversary of one my cousin's death. May is hell on my family. One bright spot is May 21st. That is my nephew's birthday. He turned 22 this year. How is that possible? He was just a little baby. My blue eyed boy is all grown up...

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