January 3, 2008
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vent......
okay. i'm infuriated.. that's an understatement..
so a bunch of us in our department decided that we would contribute to a charity..
this lady at my church recently started a shelter for homeless women and children.. they focus on rehabilitation and help them get back out on the workforce. so i ask her what they need.. basically.. anything to dress their beds in that house. cool. so i relay the info back to some of the women here. we all agree that the money raised would go towards bedding needs (sheets, pillows, blankets, etcetera)..
i go to bed bath and beyond on my lunch to pick up these items.. it's pouring.. the place is rather packed.. i'm hauling two carts.. i finally finish and am ecstatic to show my coworkers the spectacular deals i got.. and to be able to present all this to the shelter.. i finally load my car with the purchases.. i pack my arms with as much as i can to go show my colleagues.. i get to my floor.. dropping things here and there.. and one of the women asks where the rest of the stuff is.. "in my car".. and she asks to see it all.. o..k.. fine. i make four trips to and from my car.. no one even offers to help.. they're all rather overweight so i didn't dare ask for assistance.. purely out of consideration.
one coworker is in awe of the quality of the down comforters.. another is telling me that wal-mart had pillows for half the price.. fine. then the bitter, morbidly obese biatch decides she needs to make me feel like shit.
"you should have gotten a higher thread count" she says in a very snotty manner.. i look at her with a perplexed expression.. are you kidding me??
"this is the wrong thing.. why didn't you get the set?" at this point, she's firing anything and everything at me.
"well, here's the receipt.. if you want to go exchange anything go ahead" i politely say..
everyone looks at me. for some reason, i felt like bawling.. why? because this is supposed to be a joyous occasion.. we're helping other people as a team, you know? i did what i can.. what the fuck.
then.. oh man.. THEN.. she says..
"uh well.. so you're planning on dropping this off today? someone needs to make a sign telling them this is from our department.. and who we're associated with.. so they dont think it's just from the one person who drops it off"
wtf???? i am in noooo way trying to get credit for any of this.. that's not what it's even about, you hippo. sigh.. i just walked to my desk.. and here i am.. puncturing my keys..
and you know what else? when this jerk was in the hospital.. who came to visit her with her favorite foods/drinks? uh huh. because i knew she had no family.. or friends for that matter.. ass..
/rant.
Comments (14)
poor girl.
are sheets with higher thread counts usually more expensive? what a dumb bia
Forget about them.
Jeez! What kind of a barn do you work in? Why do you work with so many fat and fugly bitches?
Some people really needs to be smacked around sometimes (literally or figuratively.) Sounds like you did an awesome job getting some good stuff at awesome prices, though. And to put up with that without going postal.
Haha.
i feel your pain, i really do. there's not much else to say other than forget about them/her. just try and focus on the satisfaction of doing something nice for someone else. don't go looking for approval for anyone, if you believe down to your tippytoes that what you've done is good and for the right reasons, then you're good to go. if anyone says differently then i got one thing to say: fuck'em... who are they to judge? that's right, nobody; so don't worry about it. it'd be different if the people belittling your efforts were a relative or boyfriend, but these are just a bunch of pogues you work with. in 10 years you'll make supe or manager and they'll still be pogues.
the nerve of these people! nice of any of them to help you! ironic that people can be so selfish even when they're "helping" people (probably myself included).
but seriously, why didn't u get the higher thread count??? ;P
also, that sucks that you work with a lot of overweight people. it's nice to see a lot of eye candy at my company. haha. hi, i'm not shallow at all.
its people like her that make the rest of america look like jerks.
I don't know why people always have to complain. I'm proud of you. You got more heart than any of those f*ckers. So, you're the first to get some of these mini thingys from me.
And not to add fuel to the fire, but "beggars can't be choosers." Shit, if I had no sheets, I'd be happy with new sheets, even if they were low thread count and with an ugly pattern on them.
she's a ho
Damn, didn't even read this till now. You should have dropped an elbow on that beeyatch. I think a fat persons life cycle goes like this.
Begining - They are born, probably fat.
Grade school - Around the same size as everyone else, but still a bit chunkier. Enough that she gets teased.
Middle school - Goes through puberty, loses significant amount of weight due to growth.
High school - gains weight back plus more, she's called a fatty in the hallways. She's bitter and sad on the insides, but plays it off as the "funny" girl, or the class clown.
College - Gets even fatter, may have had on or two sexual experiences by now, mostly due to drunk bastards who will fuck anything and everything.
Working - Bitter as fuck, and fatter than ever. Last time she got action was when she put peanut butter on her pootang and played with rover. She hates everyone and everyone hates her.
Fuck that bitch.
Oh yeah, you should have told that bizznatch to make her own sign, and then eat it.