(THIS POST CONTAINS BAD LANGUAGE)
The winter air is crisp. Apparently it’s the coldest day of the year so far. I can believe it. That doesn’t stop work though. They’d have us out here slaving regardless of the weather. The place could be on fire and we’d still have to work. The breath pours out of my mouth in thick, wispy bellows; so thick I can barely see through them.
I hear a voice from behind that I immediately recognise and my face screws up in a hateful scowl. It’s the line manager.
Stupid fucking bastard!
My loathing for this prick knows literally no bounds. In part, my hatred is down to the fact he got the job of line manager ahead of me. Yes, I’m bitter, but I’m better qualified, have greater experience and I’m more respected by the staff. Facts are facts.
That job should have been mine!
Unfortunately, there’s no qualifications, experience or respect in the world can beat good old fashioned nepotism. Yup; he’s the owners nephew. He was always useless at the job I’m doing now, but he’s even worse at the line manager’s job. All he’s good at is sitting in his lofty position and lording it over the rest of us.
Today is no exception. He’s telling us all in his typically undiplomatic fashion to stop being lazy and work faster; that we’re keeping him from getting home early. Nice! He has that option. We all have to stay here to the bitter end regardless of whether the job gets done or not.
He approaches me. He always approaches me. I can tell he has that gloating look on his ugly face without looking at him. He comes in close and speaks quietly while I work. He tells me I’d better be finished in the next ten minutes or he’ll dock my pay. He has no jurisdiction in that department, but he has to come over and try to get a rise out of me. He loves that he got the job ahead of me and always lets me know it.
Twat!
I continue with my work as he has his sly little digs at me. I won’t rise to it. I never do. I just quietly hope he dies.
That’s right you little dickhead! Die! Fucking die! I hate you so much! Drop the fuck dead! Fall from your high horse and break your goddamned neck!
Just thinking the hateful thoughts makes me feel slightly better. As if wishing death upon him is some form of revenge.
He finishes having his fun mocking me and starts to walk away. I don’t look up or anything. I just continue with my job as ever.
Thud!
You know when you hear a noise and immediately know something bad has happened? That’s what that noise was. I stop doing what I’m doing and look around. Everybody is still working away. There’s one thing that stands out though. The line manager is on the floor. He’s slipped on some black ice or something. He’s obviously banged his head hard because there’s already a pool of crimson gathering.
I stare at him for a moment. Then I look up and see if anybody else has noticed. They haven’t. They daren’t look away from their work. That’s a shame. He’ll probably die if he’s left there any longer without anybody helping; that’s if he isn’t dead already.
Oh well; this work isn’t going to do itself…
haha, and you say my mind is a strange place….not saying I haven’t imagined this many times, just saying.
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Strange minds are the future! You have to have a slightly abstract mind to write fiction I think
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Gotta love that karmic revenge! Cleanly written and I liked the realism of his character. Awesome!
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Indeed; revenge without physically taking it. And nobody can accuse him of ignoring it because he was hard at work at the time through fear of getting his pay docked…
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Righto!
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Welcome to wordpress its here for you.Bloggers united.
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Just what you wrote is real.There ate actually people that has higher positions and miss use it.That is a great story.People treat there wirkers bad docking pay.Workers wishing harm on him.It happens and i thought you was gonna keep it going cause you had me.
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I could have kept it going, but as I’ve already got a few irons in the fire I thought I’d make this one short and sweet 🙂 Thanks for reading and really glad you liked it
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Yea I liked it so true.That metal in the iron what is it swords.Lol
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Haha. I wish 😉
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Your stories is the metal turning into a sword.They ate sharp and hard facts of trueism.
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“The pen is mightier than the sword”. Or in modern terms, the keyboard
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Yes words can cut a person down physically and mentally.
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Your stories is the metal turning into a sword.They are sharp and hard facts of trueism.
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We spend enough time being how society expects us to be bud. When the blogging starts it’s time to get real with ourselves and everybody else 🙂
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I agree thats why i like your story because it happens.Even with the explicit content.Lol
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It felt like the kind of story for foul language. It gets the point of seething hatred across better I feel. Haha
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😃
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Very unlike your previous writings. I enjoyed it a lot. Could this be the beginning of a darker side to Paul Bailey’s writing ? I hope so bud.
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It was yet another spontaneous offering Mr T. The first thing I thought when I saw ‘lofty’ was ‘wanker boss’. Haha
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Definitely some of your personal experiences in there I have a pretty good idea which night contributed a lot to this story
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I never went as far as wishing death on anybody, but I wouldn’t mind seeing one or two permanently maimed. Haha
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Funny, I have the same feeling now and again lol
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It’s an occupational hazard with wanker managers bud
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I feel your pain. The company I work for is a large family business with lots of “twats”.
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Do you ever find yourself wishing death upon them:? 😉
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Lol well I’m not sure death has crossed my mind — yet haha
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There’s time. Haha
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A bit dark…. I like it! 😊
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We’ve all wished death on a dickhead boss before 😉
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I wished harm on a supervisor that wasn’t mine but would try to act like it before… only to have her fall off a roof that week and get compound fracture in her arm… 😳😏
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I wish my ill thoughts would occasionally manifest themselves in reality
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Just believe in yourself, man! Lol I was actually a bit spooked because I wished to god in a fit of rage… like said it out loud… and then that happened. I was *kind of* glad I didn’t wish for her actual death…
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I think it’s funny how we can be careful about what we say as though saying it will actually make it happen. Haha
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True… I’ve had some leanings towards old Norse beliefs before.. and they along with many religions believe in the power of words… after that occasion I figured I best not test the theory again unless I REALLY meant it… not sure if I really believe much of anything religion based anymore… but still makes me cautious after that event LOL
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My nature vs nurture belief extends as far as religion too. Fundamentally, all religion is in my opinion is a fear of death. There are morals and virtues too, but let’s be honest…they’re only adhered to when people can be arsed
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Agreed.
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I’ll never be sold on religion. It’s a fairytale gone haywire
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I was for awhile… and then for a long while I pretended and tried so hard to believe again but I just couldn’t… now I’m done trying…
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It’s very difficult to convince yourself of the existence of something when you just know it doesn’t exist and there is literally no proof otherwise
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It’s also difficult to let go of when you’ve been raised to believe and your upbringing has been immersed in the culture of the religion… guilt abounds when you can’t justify it and you walk away…
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It seems to me like faith and guilt are always very intimately linked
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You are very perceptive, Mr Bailey… definitely a struggle
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I just like to figure I know bullshit when I smell it and religion absolutely hums
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I agree… glad you’ve got such bullshit detecting skills… makes life much easier 😘
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They’re not always completely accurate. Some filters through and sucker punches me from time to time
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Pretty sure that happens to the best of us from time to time
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If it happens to the best of us then I’m definitely fucked 😂
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Daw, maybe you’re the best of the best 😛 and you have some control, I’m sure… you’re only fucked if you wanna be…. 😂
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Innuendo o’clock 😂😂😂
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Lol picked up on that, did you? …good😉
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It was extremely difficult not to given the source 😉
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😏
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I really love this. Raw, real life. And oops we are supposed to put a clause for bad language on our blog? Well I have failed!
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Haha. No I just thought I would as I’m normally quite mild in my posts. Not in real life though and, as you say, this one was pretty raw and real 😉
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