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Dec 20, 2008 - 08:09 PM |
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In which Zephyrin loses his job for standing up for himself....with a headbutt. |
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No, seriously. Everytime I try to stick up for myself against assholes who just feel like giving me shit for whatever reason, I always come out as the bad guy. Fuck society.
Here's the story.
I work(ed) at a car wash. My duty is to do the oil changes and other services, but that business is kinda slow since they only started it a few months ago, so I mostly help wash cars.
There's a particular loudmouth noisy motherfucker who seems to think he's hot shit.
Well I was ALMOST done with a particular car. He hops in it to pull it up to the finished line. I said "Wait. I'm not done yet. I still have to put armor all on the tires. "Well hurry up, I gotta pull it up." This, despite you shouldn't pull up a car unless it's finished. So he ignores me and does so anyways. I throw the towel at the car and tell him "Fucking do it yourself, then." And he pops his head out of the car to tell me I best not talk to him in that way, in his wannabe tough guy voice.
So I go back to the supply cart, and have a bottle and a brush in my hands, and he comes niggerlimping over and ask me what I think gives me the right to talk to him that way, despite him talking to people like almost every fucking hour of the day. I say, "What, are you gonna start a fight, cuz if you are, you're going to have to throw the first punch." So then he gets RIGHT up in my face, I mean, almost eskimo kissing, man. Cocks his head like a parrot, then snaps off something along the lines of "I don't know who the fuck you think you are to talk to me that way. Trying to start something?" I really wish I could remember situations verbatim, but the voice recorder in my brain is broken. Fuck, I don't even remember what I said after that. All I know is he didn't back off, stood there in my face trying to intimidate me.
BAM. I headbutted that motherfucker. I could hear his nose crunch on my forehead. I pulled back on step, him two, and his face started to trickle up and pour out. I think I broke the skin against the cartilage. I got a tiny scratch on my forehead for it, though.
So he stares at me with WILD BEWILDERMENT IN HIS EYES! "Why'd you do that?! I didn't even touch you man."
"What? You got this close to my face, what'd you expect? You gonna cry about it?"
So he says he's gonna call the cops, and he does. They come and question me, and when I told the officer my side of the story, I even got a short chuckle out of him. It was obviously a waste of time, and he didn't even write up any paperwork. I already knew that, but whatever.
Then the son of the owner (there's two stores) cam from the other car wash and told me I violated "company policy". I dunno, I just find it funny that a business that can't keep enough money in their accounts to make payroll is allowed to say they even HAVE company policies.
And since the officer was already there, he had him escort me off the property. The owner's son is such a douche, anyways.
Not upset, since it was a shit job any fucking ways. And I've had a lot of pent up frustration lately and have been wanting to beat the shit out of somebody. This doesn't completely satisfy that desire, but it helps a little.
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