First let me apologise to my normal readers because they know me well enough to know I don’t vent very often but tonight as I write this I have been so upset I need to get it out of my system. Secondly I know the lowlife in question will never see this because firstly he would never recognise himself as such and more over if he were the sort of person who read anything I seriously doubt I would need to write this at all.
I know Mr Scum that you will not agree with the title I have given you, you will argue you work and there fore cannot be classified as a low life or scum, yet let me point out that this evening I was at work just doing my job when you decided I was not worthy of respect. You approached my till and I could smell the alcohol before you were within two metre of me, you were struggling to even lift the extra beer you intended buying out of the basket to put it on the checkouts. When I told you I could not serve you you asked why and I told you, you requested a manager and I got you my supervisor, that was still not good enough for you you demanded a manager. That is fair enough and it is your right but did you turn on my ‘male’ supervisor no! You waited until he moved a little distance away to get the manager before you launched your attack on me.
I was there doing my job it was not personal against you, only that your were obviously drunk and I had rules I have to obey to keep my job. You see I need my job to feed my family, not that you care about that after all what is someone else’s livelihood when you want another drink, but I digress, as I say for me it was not personal but you made it personal I will not bother repeating all the insults you through at me, if I repeat that when your wife happened to call as you stood ranting you referred to me as ‘a fat ugly dog,’ (strange your wife ringing it sounded like she had expected you home hours before) I am guessing from the one side of the conversation I could hear she was telling you to shut up and leave and no doubt the poor woman had to listen to your continued abusive diatribe many hours after I was at home with my own family.
When the security guard came over suddenly you ceased your personal insults towards me, again was that because he was male and you were too big a coward to confront him in the same way, and when my manager came you happily accepted what she had to say, was it because you realised she was not limited in the same way I was in the courses of action open to her.
I have to remain calm and not allow you to provoke me but don’t mistake that for having no emotions, the anger and frustration I felt at having to take your assault made me physically sick, I hope that makes you feel like a big strong man, you chose to insult and abuse me because you knew I could not say anything back and in my eyes that makes you the worst kind of low life scum, it makes you pathetic and a coward.
I could not have my say as I sat there but I can now, and you know what I know there are more people who care about my feelings than will ever care about you. You freely admitted you had been drinking but you still believed you had the right to more, well guess what you don’t but what I and every other person has the right to is respect, we do not get paid enough to be abused, if you don’t like a companies policies write to head office but shouting insults at someone who cannot shout back is unacceptable.
I am someone’s daughter, someone’s mother, an aunt, a cousin, I go to work to support my family, you do not have to like me, I really don’t care whether you do or not but I deserve the same respect you would expect members of your own family to receive, and you know I have to be honest I could not have personally cared less if you chose to buy more alcohol and go home and drink yourself into a coma, your and adult if that is what you want to do with your life then you go do that but I do care about my job. I care about putting food on my table and paying my bills, I care about my colleagues who would suffer if I were to break the rules and lose the licence for the store.
And that Mr Scum is the real difference I care about other people not just my next drink, so when you crawl out of your gutter to go to work tomorrow probably telling yourself you were still right take a good long look in the mirror and ask yourself what sort of ‘man’ or even ‘human being’ do you see looking back, I at least know I like the one I see in the mirror and don’t need to drown them in a see of alcohol.
I would say have a nice life but I really don’t think you are capable of it but don’t worry I will be,