I wasn't sure where to write this so I'm just putting it here. I'm not after advice, I know how to deal with it. It's just sometimes I don't want to, even though I know the only person that gives a **** still at the end of the day is me.
So the thing is, when someone f**ks with me or does wrong by me, it takes me a LONG time to forget it, there's still some things like from the school days that I'll take to the grave and regret not handling it differently for the rest of my life.
But that's not a big thing in the everyday, and I'm more or less at peace with it.
The thing that shits me recently though is I really f***ing hate some of the guys I last worked with.
I'll give the back story.
I got a job at a chicken farm back in about the start of April last year, I started work, everyone was good, the work was okay, it was all sweet.
Then things changed, we got moved around (there was 4 farms you could get sent to.
And they werent really established yet, when I got the job they were still in the process of both hiring and moving people here from their old location, whoever wanted to come out.) and we did different things, most of my time there was spent helping do clean outs. (When the farms are empty they take 6 or so weeks to clean it out before the new batch comes in).
After the last clean out I did at farm 3, I got sent to Farm 2 (which I also helped clean and set up, but now it was running). It was okay for maybe the first two weeks, but then it gradually got shittier. The manager turned into a c*nt. A guy that became lead hand who was okay before that, turned into a c*nt as well.
I Tried to do a good job whatever I did, but it wasn't good enough. I ended up getting fired in early September, a month before probation was up.
The manager I worked for for 2 months who more or less fired me was out the front but he didn't say a word. The manager from farm 3 was there too and he was the one that spoke to me. He said you know you're still on probation? (he called me Wayne when he called me over too, my name's Andrew) I knew what was coming, the lead hand guy told me I had to go to a meeting with the big boss, but I didn't even get that far, they were waiting outside the f***ing shower to sack me.
Anyway he goes "we've decided you're not the right fit and we've decided to let you go, here's a letter explaining it all" I was like is there a particular reason? And he goes it's all in the letter. I'm like okay.. I took the letter and headed to my car and he was like wait, I gave you the wrong letter, this one is yours.
I'm just like ... ok.... Just got in my car and left. I went to the park for a while, read the letter and it was all just vague sh**.
A day or two later I went back there to ask for a friend just to talk to him, I made friends with 2 old dudes and I wanted to ask one to be a referee. The lead hand dude came and asked what I wanted, I asked is Alan here? I just wanna talk to him for a second. And he said yeah I'll go find him for you, then he went in the office.
I waited for Al to come out and he did, I called him over and started talking, and then lead hand faggot cane back out of the office and started saying I have to leave I shouldn't be here I'm not employed anymore.
I kept my cool and just said yeah I'm just talking to Alan for a second, I'm going after that.. And he just kind of rolled his eyes and went back inside.
I got Al's number, he agreed to be a referee, I told him I'm probably gonna move to the city with my girlfriend and that was it.
That was back in September and it still pisses me the **** off when I think about how shitty those c**k suckers treated me.
I hope the manager and lead hand at farm 2 both get cancer or their kids get SIDS or something else bad happens to them both, and fat c*** Tim that actually spoke to me and gave me the letter I just hope he gets diabetes and gets gengrenous legs or something.
**** the lot of them. I hate people from my old job too I hope Sully's knee surgery he got was a long painful recovery.
I don't like when people treat me like a c*** for no real reason. Nothing f***ing pisses me off more or faster.
They say you shouldn't burn bridges and sh** but if I ever see those guys again I can't say that I won't.