Don’t Bring a Junkie to Work

It’s been a while since I’ve blogged. A long while. I’d like to say that it was because things were uneventful, but it was quite the opposite.

I got a new job working in an office. It’s a small place and there was one other office person. She happened to be a junkie. I don’t know what she was on. Pick a drug, any drug. Then add alcohol.

It was kind of like walking into the twilight zone everyday.  Most days she would get there and be fucked up. Or she would get there and be fine, but get progressively more fucked up as the day went on.

Normally, I wouldn’t be bothered to even be in a place like that, but it was not the place. It was just her specifically. She had been running the office for years and was just super comfortable and I guess pretty arrogant. She thought she could do whatever she wanted and get away with it. And to an extent, I guess she was right.

Unfortunately for her, I don’t have much patience for sociopaths or manipulative people. I guess the two go hand in hand. Or maybe she was just both. But I’ve been around enough manipulators (and sociopaths, admittedly) to see what’s happening from a mile away. So I started my job and she was slowly trying to pull me into her lazy, system manipulating ways. And if I wasn’t a one hundred or zero kind of person, maybe I would have gone along with her. When I say that, I mean that I only have two modes. All in one hundred percent or not in at all – zero percent. So I got hired and it’s a good gig working for good people. So I was full steam 100 percent. When I’m zero percent, you don’t have to worry about me showing up for work. I guess in a way that’s good. The bad thing about it is that I have no middle ground. So I was all 100 and she was 0. I guess she was trying to get me to meet her in the middle or at the very least, be her accomplice.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m not opposed to being an accomplice but there are rules for that. For instance: have I known you my whole life? If the answer to that is yes, there is no limit to what I would do for you. Need an alibi? I got you. Need bailed out? I got you. Need help burying a body? Done. But if I’ve only known you for, say, a few weeks and you try to pull me into your bullshit, well, let’s just say you can fuck all the way off.

I don’t really play nice with scheming mother fuckers. See, even talking about it has me cursing more than my usual amount, which is plenty by society’s standards. So every day she pissed me off more and more until I eventually just broke and told the boss in not so many words that she was fucking up. I don’t like to be a snitch, but I’m also not going to be set up to get fired so some junkie mother fucker can continue to bamboozle her boss.

Long story short, I still have a job there and she doesn’t. All is fair in love, war, and making money, I guess.

So, now the job is going swimmingly well. I’ve gotten the hang of most things and as it turns out I’m really good at this particular job and I’m not sad or depressed anymore that I had to get out of my pajamas and put on what feels like real clothes and get a real job. And I’m still running at 100%. So I guess all’s well that ends well.

They’ve hired another person to help in the office so between the two of us, it should really be smooth sailing. And I sleep well at night because I’m not dreading waking up and going to work the way I was the first few weeks of this job.

So, it’s off to bed for me.

Until tomorrow…

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