I am an accountant (controller) and by being a bitch, or being thought
of as one goes with the territory. This suits me just fine because if I
wasn't one I wouldn't have the job and nothing would get done properly.
Just to clarify my position a little better the company I work for has
about thirty employees and twenty-eight of those are men. (Get the
picture?). I can't count the number of times I have asked for things to
be done a certain way, and they still come back WRONG. The only way I
can get any results is by threatening (promising) the guilty ones that
if they screw up again they will have to spend a week working by my
side, surprisingly it works about 98% of the time, the other 2% either
have to have deductions from their pay or they lose their job. Some of
my favorite sayings are "Snap out of it", "If you can't stand the heat
get out of the kitchen", and "Either speed up, or get the hell out of my
way".
I have a sister that went through a very rough period in her life,
dealing with alcohol/drug abuse, anorexia and depression to the point
that it was affecting her marriage. When the problems were at their
worst she didn't deal with her kids very well, and it was not uncommon
for her to just haul off and whack them on the side of the head. The
first time I saw her do this, I lost it and told point blank that I was
giving her two choices, and those were that either she leaves the kids
with me until she goes through proper treatment or I would report her to
social services. My sisters decision was to leave the kids for three
months and I am happy to say that she is now doing very well. I also
bought her a magnet, which I stuck to her fridge for her to see when she
got out of treatment it said in large letters "SNAP OUT OF IT" she
didn't like it very much and she keeps moving to the side of the fridge
(at least she didn't throw it out). I am not at all sorry that I forced
her to make this decision, though I may not have dealt with her
depression very well. I felt that the depression was due in a large part
to the other problems, and I felt if those were treated then the
depression would also be, that's what I get for not knowing everything
about the causes of some types of depression.
Whining, complaining and
arguing for any reason, are really annoying to me, I can only put up
with it for a very short period of time and then I have to do something
about it.
The welfare system (social security) as it currently is setup,
which has myself and others supporting able bodied persons that REFUSE
to earn a living for themselves is really ANNOYING all I have to say to
those that abuse the system is get off your lazy asses and EARN it like
the rest of us.
There are people that I know that like to blame their
situation in life on others and keep telling me their pipe dreams about
how things are going to be, all I say to these people is please spare me
the stories, when you start showing me some real improvement and either
dump the asshole for good, and start making something of your life then
maybe we can sit down and have a conversation, until then I'm not
interested.
We all start life with a clean slate, some of us may have
advantages or obstacles that others do not have, it's what we do with
these advantages and obstacles that make us who we are. I can give
examples of people who complained they had too many obstacles and that
is why they are criminals or are poor or on and on and compare that to
another person with the same obstacles that has overcome them with
triumph. I can also give examples of people who had all of the
advantages that a person could ask for and what they did is they just
pissed them away. I think this is why as parents we should be very
careful in how much we give our children, even though we want them to
have every advantage possible, I really believe that they should have to
work for it, because it is only by working for it that they will realize
that things don't come easily and then they will hopefully be more
appreciative. I have friends whose children don't think to much of me
because I have told them to get off their asses and stop expecting their
parents to provide everything for them (these kids are 18-25), though
they don't like it at the time, by the time they have done a little more
maturing they usually start talking to me again and sometimes even admit
that I was right.
I think I'm a bitch and I know others do as well, and
you know what I'm damn PROUD OF IT. I say what has to be said, when it
has to be said and I make no apologies for it. I do not profess to know
everything but what I do know I know very well, and when I am wrong I
have the balls to admit it.
I look forward to being a member with of the Heartless Bitches
International, so that I can proudly display my card.
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