I very rarely get angry. And I wouldn’t go as far as to say I’m angry now. Just a little annoyed and a lot entertained by the nerve of some people. I’ve been working at this job for a couple months now and it’s going great. The people I work for are awesome. I’m basically alone all day until next week when the new girl starts. So it’s nice and quiet here. I don’t have to make small talk and more importantly, I don’t have to sit at my desk and watch the junkie across from me fall asleep while I try to get all the work done so we aren’t behind. So it’s been really nice.
Today, I was working, just minding my own business when I kept getting repeated prank calls from an unknown number. I didn’t really think anything of it because whenever that happens I just think it’s the girl who used to work here sitting at home high with nothing else to do. So I answer about 4 of these calls. Nobody is on the other end. I get on the phone with a customer and the number calls again. Of course, I’m not going to put someone important on hold for a prank phone call. So I let it go to to voicemail. I didn’t think anything of it.
I hang up with the customer and go to listen to the voicemail and what do you know? My password won’t work. I never changed it when psychopathic sociopathic drug addict got fired. I didn’t even think of it. So guess what? SHE CHANGED THE PASSWORD!
Like I said, I don’t typically get pissed off and I wasn’t really. It was just a minor inconvenience to my day. But it was an inconvenience that gave me a headache. And there’s a very small part of me that just wants to go shake this girl and tell her that everything that has happened to her is her fault.
It amazes me how people go through their whole entire lives and don’t realize that it is every single choice THEY make that impacts how things turn out. It is not anybody else’s choice. If a person becomes a drug addict, they had a choice at some point. Sure, after a while the drugs are in charge, but in the beginning, you made a choice. And I may be selfishly saying that because I am not a drug addict. And I can tell you that I am not a drug addict because I have responsibilities. I had kids at a young age. I didn’t have the luxury of dabbling in drugs and possibly getting addicted. I could have tried it like so many other mothers, but why would I try a drug that I know is addictive and that I see how it affects people if I loved my kids? And there really isn’t anyone who can change my mindset about that. If you have kids and you get fired from your job for being a junkie, don’t walk around talking about how much you love your kids. You don’t love your kids if you are more worried about stealing money for drugs, if you are more worried about getting high than spending time raising your child. I lack sympathy for anyone who has kids and a drug problem. I’m sure there are plenty of people who will argue that it’s easy to say when you don’t have a drug problem, but I would argue that it’s easy to say no to any drug if you have never tried it and if you don’t try it, then you can’t become addicted.
So back to the junkie with a taste for telephone revenge- we ended up resetting the password and life went on. It was, like I said, a minor inconvenience that made her look like a major asshole. But I am learning lately that the world is full of major assholes.
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