I'm a controller.
I've been a single mom since 1989 of 4 kids.
"My way or the highway."
"Because I said so."
"If you do that again, I will beat you bloody."
"Choice is yours: I can be the coolest mom on the block or I can be your banshee from hell, which will it be?"
"You're stuck with me til you are 18, and if you think that you want to make my life hell, remember that I have 26 years on you, so do you really want to go there?"
I have a tendency to do this at work.
Rather small tendency.
So small, it's tee-ninsey.
Almost minute. . .
"Hello, dufus, where'd you wake up this morning? Under a rock?"
I got asked why I wasn't colorin my hair anymore, my answer:
"I couldn't keep up with the gray you are causin by askin your dumb questions"
The other day Jesse kept buttin in while I was talkin to a temp, finally I looked at him and said:
"Ya know there are days when I just wanna punch someone, and one day you're gonna keep on and it's gonna be YOUR day for me to punch YOU."
He continues to mouth.
I look at him over the top of my glasses and say:
"TODAY COULD BE YOUR DAY. SHUT. UP."
He snickered.
I got high five's from everyone else in the breakroom.
These men that act like kindergarteners that can't figure out why I can't remember they worked through lunch.
HELLO? Do you not see me talkin with another employee? Moron. . .
Then on my way back to my office the Production Mgr, catches me tells me something, our Engineer catches me on the next stop, the the Pres once I get upstairs, then phone rings and it is a customer or a trucker wantin directions to our place.
HMMMMM, who told me they worked thru lunch?????
I can't get it through their heads, call and leave me a message!
They need something fixed, fill out the freakin form!
Some days, I feel like I'm a pig herder.
In the muck and mud of mouthy men.
Where's my electric prod??
For that matter, where's the electric fence?
They love me.
Really.
They love to be abused.
It's a great place to work!
Honest!
Cheers!
