One woman made me cry because she started screaming at me about how dirty my belt was. Never gave me a chance to interject and offer to clean it. She demanded a manager, and, typical of her, didn't wait for me to call one and ran of by herself to get one. He was all for suspending me, or firing me, or something, but luckily my immediate supervisor knew me better than that, and listened to my side, and I never got into any kind of trouble.
My current solution to assholes is to imagine a tranquil forest. In that forest is a beautiful pool. I'm standing waist deep in that pool, and holding the assholes head underwater. It makes it much easier to pretend to be nice to these guys.
My current solution to assholes is to imagine a tranquil forest. In that forest is a beautiful pool. I'm standing waist deep in that pool, and holding the assholes head underwater. It makes it much easier to pretend to be nice to these guys.

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