He Never Takes The Blame

I think I'm discovering a newer level of low for me each day.

I never used to get so angry in my life before. It seems that with this job, my boss seems to draw it out of me so well. If I were an astrologist, I would say it's because we're Zodiac opposites (him - Scorpio; me - Taurus.) There's a reason why they're called opposites.

Today's breakdown has been the result of a lot of little things piling up. We've been a little busier than usual. Also, with the added task of training a new person, it's been slowing me down a little. It was the end of the day. After a very infuriating 45 minutes of solving a problem it came time to find out why the problem had occurred.

All my boss could do was place the blame on everyone else but himself. It was his fucking error and he wasn't taking any responsibility for it. Oh, I was so mad. Not because this had happened before, but because he's so good at just passing the buck. Every. Single. Time. It's the client's fault. It's the cashier's fault. It's security's fault. And the end result is that some poor sap will take the fall. Sometimes it's me. Sometimes it's someone else. But never him.

I mean, how can I compete with that?!? I even tried to focus the conversation on him, but all he did was turn it around on me and deflect the blame again. A part of me couldn't help but think, Man he's fucking good. Either I need to learn better debate skills or quit this fucking mess. I love the guy. Really do. But I can't stand how he gets away with it. All the time. I read something about people who are infallable. The end result of the essay was that you cannot reason with them. Or ever get even. And they never, ever, forget, so it's almost near damn impossible to be right. And they always win.

Not a very encouraging essay. The only piece of advice it gave was to steer clear of them no matter what. Maybe I should try that. Just give in.

I went home so pissed off tonight. All I could do was pray. I realized that it's not up to me to dispense justice to people like that. I'm no vigilante. But I wish I could, you know. I wish I could teach that fucker a nice lesson he'll never forget. I realized that I'd always wanted to be that guy, too. I always wanted to right the wrongs in the world. But I soon learned that it's not my place to do such things. Doing so only complicates matters and you end up getting scarred in the process.

So there's nothing left to do. Just let it go.

But it sure sucks.

(...)

I called the Blind Date Girl today. I thought that the first call should be at her work since A) I've never met her, and B) It would be the polite thing to do. Got her voicemail-- damn! I remember thinking she sounded older by the tone of her greeting. I kept things short and friendly. Kind of to the point, but what can you do? It's the first phone call.

I got her voicemail later tonight only because I got out of work late. She can't meet up this weekend because she's got a friend in town, but could we meet up for sometime in the future? Sure. I think I'll call her again next week. We'll see.