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Friday, September 29, 2006

Psycho sour faced bitch threatens me.

I had a bad day today at work. It was inevitable that it would turn out this way. I had the temerity to criticize a co-worker for being a "slacker". A five foot tall, fat, sour faced bitch who has been in the same office for ten years was offended by remarks that she wasn't pulling her weight.
I'm new to the office but a veteran of the job for 21 years. There isn't much I haven't seen or done or been confronted with before. I do a fair days work and expect all others to do the same. If I see others letting me carry the burden, I not only object, I speak up. I'm no pussy whipped wimp.
I don't care whose feathers I ruffle. It's now come to this, the sour faced bitch, all five feet of her has threatened me. I'm not afraid of her but I'm apalled that someone can feel that they can behave like this and get away with it. Nobody seems to take harassment seriously when it's a man that is being harassed and intimidated by a woman. It would be different story if the roles and sexes were reversed.
It's also a case of deja vu. I had a similar problem with a female psycho many years ago who felt I wasn't giving her enough attention. She teased and mocked me and when she didn't get a response resorted to bumping on the shoulder as she walked past me. The final straw was threatening me with some non-defined consequences. I put in a formal complaint and won my case. Only later did I learn that she had fought with another woman and broken her opponents arm.
At least I can rest on the weekend before putting on the boxing gloves on Monday.

Mr Verstandig (a story for Kirsten)


Many years ago, my wife was working in a shop where a regular customer became very fond of her. He used to call her "my Jewish princess" although she isn't Jewish. Every time he would come into the shop, they would make small talk, and she would often use the expression "I rest my case". Mr Verstandig, who was about 86 years of age at the time, was prompted by this expression to mention to her that in fact, he had recently had his book published with the title " I Rest My Case". The following day, he brought in a copy which he had signed and presented it to her.
Many people have a story to tell, few of them have taken the challenge to write a book and attempt to have it published. Mr Verstandig, an Eastern European Jew survived the persecution of the Holocaust. At the time he was a rising star in the legal profession in his country. His career was cut short, his story is how he survived and finally emigrated to Australia. It is a very sad story.
Survival became his main priority.What stands out for me after reading his story, is how his whole perception of the world and especially his faith in the Legal system was shattered. The title encapsulates an image of a lawyer summing up his argument as well as someone who has picked up the pieces of a shattered life to start again.
It is a remarkable story because there is no bitterness as you might expect, just resignation to accept the facts.

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