My Rant For Jim/Against Eli
Our assistant manager at work, Eli, was saying nasty things about Jim again.
Had caught the end of Riders On The Storm on the radio and was listening sulkily while leaning over the back table. I moped to Crystal, "Why did Jim have to go away?"
Eli looked up and gave me this incredulous "you're a goonie" look. "It was a drug. overdose."
Crystal and I shot back simultaneously, "He's not dead." in an equally "where have you been?" tone of voice.
"Yeah, and neither is Tupac," he said sarcastically.
"Oh, Tupac's stupid." That was Crystal.
Me: "Who's Tupac?"
Eli: "You don't know who he is? You listen to music and you don't know who Tupac is?"
Crystal: "He's some rapper, some black rapper.."
Me: "Oh." Then to Eli: "Well of course I don't know who he is. I listen to music, not crap."
So he says, just as I walk over to where he is sitting to get some water, "Yeah, and I listen to country and not shit like Jim Morrison."
Me, pausing: "What did you just say?"
"You heard me." He was laughing. I was not. I whacked him on the back of the head.
"Ow!" He went slightly serious. "That was uncalled for."
I stalked away. "No, it wasn't."
"Yeah it was." And he started mumbling to himself about how there was something wrong with Jim and how his music isn't very good and crap like that, and I just scrunched my eyes closed and pretended not to hear.
"I don't even want to know what he's saying, he doesn't know what he's talking about."
And then Crystal started talking, joking, successfully lightening the mood back up.
What a load of crap. I hate that kid. This is the second time he's said nasty things about Jim, and it better not happen again. He only does it because a)he knows we love Jim and it'll tick us off, and b)because he's a total square. I think he really does just believe everything he's ever heard, that Jim was just an uncorked bottle of wine who died of a drug-related heart problem in 1971. Oooookay. Die!
Managers. I swear. He gets away with so much crap just because he's a "manager." *sigh*
Okay. Now I have my angst out. Thank you for listening(reading).
Had caught the end of Riders On The Storm on the radio and was listening sulkily while leaning over the back table. I moped to Crystal, "Why did Jim have to go away?"
Eli looked up and gave me this incredulous "you're a goonie" look. "It was a drug. overdose."
Crystal and I shot back simultaneously, "He's not dead." in an equally "where have you been?" tone of voice.
"Yeah, and neither is Tupac," he said sarcastically.
"Oh, Tupac's stupid." That was Crystal.
Me: "Who's Tupac?"
Eli: "You don't know who he is? You listen to music and you don't know who Tupac is?"
Crystal: "He's some rapper, some black rapper.."
Me: "Oh." Then to Eli: "Well of course I don't know who he is. I listen to music, not crap."
So he says, just as I walk over to where he is sitting to get some water, "Yeah, and I listen to country and not shit like Jim Morrison."
Me, pausing: "What did you just say?"
"You heard me." He was laughing. I was not. I whacked him on the back of the head.
"Ow!" He went slightly serious. "That was uncalled for."
I stalked away. "No, it wasn't."
"Yeah it was." And he started mumbling to himself about how there was something wrong with Jim and how his music isn't very good and crap like that, and I just scrunched my eyes closed and pretended not to hear.
"I don't even want to know what he's saying, he doesn't know what he's talking about."
And then Crystal started talking, joking, successfully lightening the mood back up.
What a load of crap. I hate that kid. This is the second time he's said nasty things about Jim, and it better not happen again. He only does it because a)he knows we love Jim and it'll tick us off, and b)because he's a total square. I think he really does just believe everything he's ever heard, that Jim was just an uncorked bottle of wine who died of a drug-related heart problem in 1971. Oooookay. Die!
Managers. I swear. He gets away with so much crap just because he's a "manager." *sigh*
Okay. Now I have my angst out. Thank you for listening(reading).
posted by Angela at 6:23 PM
2 Comments:
Ah, yes, managers. I don't have EXACTLY the same problem you do, but I DO have problems. Fun, fun.
Oh, tons of fun. Gotta love those managers. =P
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