Veronica
I'm a Heartless Bitch because I don't put up with "shit" from anyone,
man, woman, child or my mother.
I work for the civil service and there's no single group of people that, on
the whole, (but not everyone as there are exceptions) knows how to whine better
than public servants. When I first started working here, the Complainers
kept coming to my cube trying to draw me in to the group whine. After
cutting them off at the knees a few times, even the most thick headed ones
figured out that, not only was I not going to join in, but I wouldn't even
listen sympathetically to their litany of complaints. Now they give me a
wide berth.
I take the same tack with members of the public who suffer from NIMBY (not
in my backyard) syndrome. And as for applicants who threaten to go up the
food chain because I won't approve their projects - on account of their
applications are flawed or their projects are just plain flaky - my
favorite response is "Do you have [insert name of top food chain person]'s
number or would you like me to look it up for you?"
And then there was the time I organized the work hockey tournament and got
an email from Sore Loser who didn't like the date I had picked for the
tournament (imagine the nerve of an organizer picking a date that suited the
organizer's schedule and not his!)and sent a broadcast email stating that if the
date wasn't changed he would have to pull out of the tournament. My
response email was "We'll miss you."
I am single because I'd rather be single than in a crummy relationship
where I'm the cook, maid, social director and whore-on-demand for some
guy.
The above may seem harsh, but I feel okay dishing it out because I do not
apply any standards to others that I don't also apply to myself. Yes,
occasionally I like to indulge in some whine with my cheese. Nothing like
mac & cheese, a sappy romance novel and a good cry for comfort.
But I make a point of not inflicting it on others and at the end my cry I tell
myself if I don't like the bed I'm lying in, then I should change the sheets or
find the exit and look for a new bed. If neither of those options appeals,
then I know that I've chosen the bed I'm in and so I need to stop complaining
about it.
I've dumped a few men in my life - the narcissistic, emotional manipulator,
possible spouse abuser (I didn't stick around long enough to find out about the
last point); the stalker (turned out he was just a Nice Guy (tm), but at the
time it really felt like I was being stalked) and the martyr (another Nice Guy
sufferer). None of them have called me a Heartless Bitch to my face, but
who knows.
I don't know if the above is sufficient to qualify me as a Heartless
Bitch. In the interest of full disclosure I feel obligated to let you know
that if my friends were asked to describe me in one word, they'd probably
describe me as "nice". Can you find room in your club for a "nice"
Heartless Bitch?
Country: Canada
Yes! I want to read more from Real Life Heartless Bitches
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