30 minutes before I had to be at work this morning, the door buzzed, so I buzzed it open, mistake.
Our retarded mailman buzzes all the time so that he can put a package inside the door, so I thought nothing of it. I open the hall door, and BOB... yes BOB is standing there.
(Pause, insert screaming here)
He was all angry and leaning down at me running me over the coals about why I haven't been returning his calls, and that I'm a hypocrite for saying that I'm a Christian, and not resolving things with him, and that all he needs to do, to sue me for a mistake that I didn't really make, is to give his (mythical) "team of lawyers" the go ahead.
To make a long story short, he went on for quite some time, and quite frankly, scared the bejesus out of me. There is no longer any bejesus in me. Not even a little bejesus. He's a fairly imposing figure. Although he's thin, he's very tall, and I'm 6'.
I have to give praise to God for the strength to stand there and listen to him, hear him out, and not A) freak out. B) run away C) call the police D) give in to the pressure he put on me to fix HIS problems. I stood up for my position, told him why I wouldn't return his calls, and why I do not want to work with him any more.
We ended up coming up with a solution, and I am pretty satisfied that he'll be out of my life by next week. I am going to be in Joliet doing a favor for my manager at Starbucks. I will stop by and find a file that he cannot find, put it on the desktop, and be gone. That's it. He said that he won't pursue the lawsuit thing anymore. I wouldn't really care if he did, but I am so tired of having to worry about him calling me, or showing up outside of my house, or at my work, or whatever. I just want it done. D. O. N. E.
On to something nicer, Sarah and I were watching "Austin City Limits" tonight, because there was a captivating artist on. His name is Ben Kweller, and he has apparently been around since 94 or so. Very "Pedro the Lion" meets "Beck."
3 comments:
Hey, Honey, I am so proud of you for standing your ground. We will pray that you are able to find the file and have it over and done with!
p.s. please consider not using the word bejesus. it hurts me to see it. maybe bejeebers would work if you need the word. the other is a form of taking the Lord's name in vain. please consider .
love, mom
I can't even express the level of rage I feel right now. In fact, the only way I COULD express it is by dismantling Bob's skeleton, one creepy, cowardly bone at a time. This man is the "Dennis" of the job world, and should be punished for his inexcusably harrassing behavior.
Another possibility: should the guy show up again or keep calling you, is to get a court-ordered injunction for him to leave you alone! This puts the ball in your court, should he go through with his "threats" to take you to court over your alleged misdeeds on his behalf. If you prove to the judge that he's a jerk, then the court will likely be on your side should that lawsuit ever actually come to pass.
Think on it.... DLM
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