Ready To Lose It

As of now, I am still livid.
Though I'm usually a cantankerous person by nature, the events of today have respired my anger.
I was over the by the large fryer today at work when I saw a one Nathan Mears. If some of you have forgotten Nathan, he is the fellow who impersonated a police officer and assaulted me at the park back in summer.

Since then I've seen him occasionally in town (you can't really evade it living in such a small town) and I've usually thought very little of it. I consider the past to be the past as should he.

Well, I saw him staring at me today. I didn't care, but Ant noticed it as well and he's like "Dude, he's probably trying to fuck with you.", I ignored him, I went about my business. He was STILL THERE after about three minutes and I got a little more paranoid. During this period, I see him motioning and speaking to my shift-manager, who (after about 5 seconds) yells back to me "Josh! I need you to go wash your hands and change your gloves." At first, I was confused, but then I realized that I had used my forearm to brush my hair out of my face. I didn't care, but a little later on, I asked Michelle if he (Nate) complained about me brushing my hair out of my face and she said yes. Apparently he told her that I was "rubbing my face", which- what a fucking tool. I wished I had jumped over the fucking counter and (tried) to beat the shit out of him.

1. I know that's VERY insanitary and I'm a hardcore clean freak.

2. Can he not culminate a sentence into anything larger than "rubbing his face?"

I was PISSED. Later on, I was talking to Anthony and I told him "Next time Nathan comes in here and complains about me, I'm losing my job because I'm going after him." and I will. I had him fucking arrested and this is his revenge, getting to me at work.

I willing (barely) to lose my job over some fucking asshole who has a personal vendetta.

- Josh.