Mean Girls and whatnot...

I think I am irrational. No. I know that I am. Over time, there have been several individuals in my life that I have completely shut off. Their minor offenses kind of push me over the edge. Apparently you shouldn't push me. Hm.

High school friends will recall that incident involving Corin during our junior year. Even I can't quite explain that situation.

One day the switch flipped and we went from co-existing and sharing mutual friends to me wanting to see him fail at everything he tried. For no real reason, I delighted at his failures and exploited his poor decisions. Looking back, I did not really benefit from his downfall. Contrary to Isaac Newton's famous theory, there was no equal and opposite reaction. I was just a bitch. Somehow I came out on top, too.* Which is absurd and leaves me feeling slightly guilty. But to be honest, I have no desire to reconcile with him. He was weird, whiny, and too emo for this straight-shooter.

It has been five years since I shoved Corin out of my life. Five years later I am in a similar place of malice and rancor. No, it is not directed at the 300 lb. theatre kid with more gel in his hair than your average jersey Guido (can I say that?). Similar to the Corin meltdown, I've flipped the switch on one of my co-workers. Yes, 34-year-old-weird-al-loving-aldi's-shopping-HPV-suffering-Dave has found himself in my tractor beam of distaste and malignance.

Sidenote: There is a scene Mean Girls in which Lindsay Lohan states via voiceover:

"I was a woman posessed. I spent about 80% of my time talking
about Regina. And the other 20% of the time I was praying that someone
would bring her up so I could talk about her more."

And while I can't honestly say that I spend 80% of the time talking about Dave, I can vouch for the latter part of that phrase. Dave has become the subject of breakroom gossip, drunken texts, and awkward silence filler.

Everytime the man opens his mouth, I just want to jam a handful of pennies in it. When he walks by my teller window, I silently plead with him not to talk to me, and when he starts tapping out a clumsy rhythm on his desk, every single profanity I know scrolls through my head.

Recently (as of this morning around 11:30AM) I took over Dave's job. Not only is Dave 34, single, and a dollar store fiend (I mean, he pitches a tent whenever the Dollar Store manager walks in), but he has now last his job to a 22 year old college student. A sudent who has only been with National City for a year (Dave is somewhere between years four and five).

Despite my frustration and annoyance towards Dave, I can't help but feel a teeny bit guilty. I keep telling myself that Dave is bad at his job and really just an all around bad person. It doesn't effectively ease the guilt, but I suppose that's a good thing, because I haven't gone full fledged monster yet.
*I realize that this phrase could be contradictory to a previous statement, so allow me to clarify, when I say that I came out on top, I mean that Corin faced social demise, and my own social standing stayed fairly solid within the high school community