I'd like your opinions on this...

[Mix6APlix]

So, back when I was 18 (I am 40 now) my manager - who lets just say we weren't best buddies - had a little binder that he kept oh so close to him. One day, he left it lying out, and it happened to fall into my backpack. It really didn't have too much weird shit in it other than some self motivating daily inspirational shit about doing pushups and sit ups and shit like that. Then there was business shit, food purveyors and things of that nature's cards and what not. But then there was also a page almost dedicated to about how he was trying to quit 'SM'. I can only imagine this meant bondage shit, as his girlfriend at the time was a creepy ginger chick who I could totally imagine dripping candle wax on his balls while beating him with a riding crop and him enjoying every second of it. I was later told that he spent hours digging through the dumpster looking for it after we closed.

I recently became FB friends with one of my former co-workers for there. Quite frankly I was shocked that she accepted the friend request, because we were not very friendly, at all, at the time. My favorite quote of their's was one day when she pressed an issue that was inconsequential and I told her to 'blow it out her ass', and then walked away. Then as I sat down, they came up to me and went on a profanity laced tirade about what a piece of shit I was, then as I laughed at it all, I was told "Just sit there and keep smiling you ugly smiling fuck". I still laugh thinking about it, as she was a very religious girl and to get her so out of whack was pretty damn awesome. She was also pregnant at the time, so we can chalk it up to that as well. We've talked about it since, and there are no hard feelings, but the only reason I ever sent the friend request was to see her response to the fact that I had taken said binder. We may not have been friends, but we did have a mutual disdain for that manager. She was also slightly involved, indirectly, with me getting fired by said manager, but I shoulder the blunt of that. And I have never been fired, by the manager in question as it were, and walked out with a bigger smile on my face than I did that day.

Anyways, the binder has just sat in my closet for the last 20 plus years, and finding the guy's address was so fucking remarkably easy that it kind of scares me. But I was thinking sending it to him right before Christmas might just be such an incredible final Fuck You, that it would be worth doing. Should I send it, or just hold on to it as a keepsake of such fond memories from one of my first jobs?

I'll be awake for at least another hour and be happy to clarify any questions on the matter.

 

[BJTT_Kiwi]

Take photo of the folder and of the first page.
Post him the first one, with instructions to reply to an email address you set up like "mypreciousfolder@gmail.com".
When he responds, then email the second page pic.
String him along, make it a game, one page at a time.
He knows at some stage the SM pages will make an appearance.
Get some longevity out of this.

 

[Tom O'Bedlam]

Jesus... You are a twisted, twisted man. Remind me never to cross you.

 

[Teen Gohan]

@BJTT_Kiwi has a good idea. Have some fun with it.

 

[Robbie Hart]

You kept this binder that you stole for 22 years and still want to deliver payback for someone firing you 22 years ago?

You are a sick, psychopathic, extremely vengeful person and now one of my favorite people on this site......

We have at least one thing in common. Let me have a think about this and get back to you.

 

[Teen Gohan]

You kept this binder that you stole for 22 years and still want to deliver payback for someone firing you 22 years ago?

You are a sick, psychopathic, extremely vengeful person and now one of my favorite people on this site......

We have at least one thing in common. Let me have a think about this and get back to you.

But.....I.....thought you were a good man Throbert.

 

[Robbie Hart]

But.....I.....thought you were a good man Throbert.

I am, but you must not cross me....if you're cool with me I'm cool with you and am very generous to people I like........

 

[Leigh]

That OP says a lot about you.

 

[Teen Gohan]

I am, but you must not cross me....if you're cool with me I'm cool with you and am very generous to people I like........

Just like Dr. Evil and his cat then.

 

[Leigh]

Just like Dr. Evil and his cat then.

LOL @ that stupid looking cat

 

[Robbie Hart]

LOL @ that stupid looking cat

I have a feeling you and that cat would go to war with each other if he/she lived near you and you would get destroyed......scratches all over you

 

[Mix6APlix]

You kept this binder that you stole for 22 years and still want to deliver payback for someone firing you 22 years ago?

You are a sick, psychopathic, extremely vengeful person and now one of my favorite people on this site......

We have at least one thing in common. Let me have a think about this and get back to you.

First, it's not like I was sitting there caressing it in my sleep. It was just sitting in my closet with board games, yearbooks, and other frivolous shit.

So, allow me to further elaborate on this matter. At this restaurant there was a group of 4 ladies who were secretaries at our local high school. They used to come in all the time, they'd sit there for hours, they'd always complain and try to get shit for free, in short, they sucked. One of them we called The Fish Lady, because she looked like a fish. Her personal favorite dish of choice to order and complain about was the cavatappi con pollo y spinachi. (Pasta with a cream sauce, chicken and spinach. One of the best selling items on the menu)

Anyways, one day I wanted to have a beer before going to my favorite pool hall which was right across the parking lot. I walked in the backdoor of the restaurant, as we were suppose to, and as I go to sit at the bar - yes, we had a habit of contributing to the delinquency of minors - I see Jen, my FB friend/former co-worker, look at her, and say 'You're waiting on The Fish Lady, aren't you?', and indeed she was.

Now allow me to further illustrate the importance of this part of the story. If I can walk into a place of business, and with a no more than a single look at you, know without a shadow of a doubt who is making your day suck, they should be banned forever from said place of business.

Anyways, one beer turns into 4 or 5, and after The Fish Lady and her deplorable cohorts finally left, Jen walks by me and says check out what they left me. There was no tip, and across the top of the receipt it said 'Smile, and be a little more happy next time.' I asked Jen if I could keep it, and she didn't know why, but said whatever.

Now my birthday had been just a few days before, and the one thing I had asked for was a scanner so I could send dick pics in AOL chatrooms like Adult Question Game, or the AQG - but that's another story entirely. So after I went and shot pool for a couple hours, got high, and went home I took my new scanner, and scanned the receipt and pasted it atop a Word document, and proceeded to write about half a page, no vulgarities, nothing threatening, well worded about why the fuck do these administrator ladies keep coming back if all they do is order the same thing and complain every time. But this is where I ran into the problem, I didn't know their names. So I found the school's website, like I said this is AOL days so I wasn't even sure if they had one yet, but there was no way to find the administrators. So, I copied the addresses of 3-4 teachers from each department, added another brief paragraph about how this email wasn't intended for anyone I was sending it to, and asked if they would be so kind as to post it in the teacher's lounge and the principal's office. This was on a Friday, so I figured I had at least working my back to back weekend doubles before I would catch any shit for it.

So, on to Saturday morning, I'm at the bar cutting lemons, and I hear the manager come up from behind me and he says "Hey Mike, you got a minute?" I turn to him and say "For you "Dave", I've got 5". And I follow him back to the manager's office. "Dave" had also recently been suspended for perusing PersianKitty.com and minimizing the window instead of closing it. Again, the early days of the internet...lol. As we are walking towards the office, I can see he has an AOL profile on the screen. Now my profile didn't have my name on it, but if you knew me, you could put 2 and 2 together pretty easily. Now "Dave" asks "Would you like to tell me about the email you sent to so and so High School"?

I really don't know what "Dave" expected me to say, but I looked him straight in the face and said "Sure, Dave. What do you want to know?" Then all the color left his face, and he went on and one for a minute or so finishing by asking me what the hell I thought gave me the right to do so. I told him that "I felt empowered by divine righteousness". I then was put on 'indefinite suspension'.

My co-workers threw me quite an awesome party the following weekend for taking one for the team like that. They bitches continued to come back to the restaurant, but not nearly as often.

Literally 3 or 4 years later, I had a part time job at a banquet hall that had 7-8 different rooms and could seat probably 800 people in total. It had a large staff, and a lot of people didn't even know other's names. One day, out of the blue, some guy - who I had never said a word asked me if I was who I was by name, and I said yes. He said "I just want to shake your hand. I know *one of the bartenders* from the other place, and she told me a pretty funny story about you. I asked 'The email'. And he laughed, and said yeah. We're good friends to this very day.

Sorry for the FRAT

 

[Mix6APlix]

 

[Punch]

Have you been a waiter for 22 years?

 

[Mix6APlix]

Off an on. Spent a few years doing flooring too. Spent a few years as a pharmacy tech as well. Occasionally dabbled in the procurement, transportation, and redistribution of forbidden objects for places where mortal men fear to tread. Is it my dream job? Of course not, but I average about 1200-1500 a week for wearing a monkey suit, getting free meals, and working with good food with usually good people.

 

[Punch]

Off an on. Spent a few years doing flooring too. Spent a few years as a pharmacy tech as well. Occasionally dabbled in the procurement, transportation, and redistribution of forbidden objects for places where mortal men fear to tread. Is it my dream job? Of course not, but I average about 1200-1500 a week for wearing a monkey suit, getting free meals, and working with good food with usually good people.

Right on. Was that what made you go back to it?

 

[Mix6APlix]

Not to mention, I got to meet Andrei Arlovski while working too. I've seen a plenty of famous derps, hell I waited on Sir Anthony Hopkins. But meeting Andrei was fucking cool. It was about a week before the first Sylvia fight. He's a big fucking dude, watching it on TV I was like HOLY FUCK at how small he looked compared to Sylvia. His girlfriend was fucking incredibly hot.

 

[Mix6APlix]

Right on. Was that what made you go back to it?

Well, I don't have a college degree. I was studying telecommunications for a couple years, but started that a few years late. When all the people I knew got their degrees, they still couldn't get a job after the tech bubble burst. And these were smart, computer savvy people who really excelled at it in school, while I fucking struggled with quite a bit of it. Christ spending hours reading lines of COBOL trying to figure out why the program wouldn't work when all that was wrong was a period was out of place. Knowing that COBOL was outdated, but just the sheer amount of code that was out there that you knew you would have to work with. That shit was maddening. So I put it on hold, and that turned into stopping entirely, and like I've said before I'm a jeans and flannel type of guy. I don't need to live in a mansion, hell I wouldn't want to have to clean it. I make good money, and enjoy it, so like many restaurant types, just when you think you're out, it sucks you back in. Its long hours, the commute blows, but I get Sundays off, and make ends meet. And when I wake up in the morning I don't think "fuck! I don't want to do this shit." As was the case in other jobs.

 

[Punch]

Well, I don't have a college degree. I was studying telecommunications for a couple years, but started that a few years late. When all the people I knew got their degrees, they still couldn't get a job after the tech bubble burst. And these were smart, computer savvy people who really excelled at it in school, while I fucking struggled with quite a bit of it. Christ spending hours reading lines of COBOL trying to figure out why the program wouldn't work when all that was wrong was a period was out of place. Knowing that COBOL was outdated, but just the sheer amount of code that was out there that you knew you would have to work with. That shit was maddening. So I put it on hold, and that turned into stopping entirely, and like I've said before I'm a jeans and flannel type of guy. I don't need to live in a mansion, hell I wouldn't want to have to clean it. I make good money, and enjoy it, so like many restaurant types, just when you think you're out, it sucks you back in. Its long hours, the commute blows, but I get Sundays off, and make ends meet. And when I wake up in the morning I don't think "fuck! I don't want to do this shit." As was the case in other jobs.

I feel you there homie.

 

[Mix6APlix]

If I might share another story that still makes me laugh, the head Dean of my first HS (got kicked for LSD possession) was in the pharmacy's database. As was his family. His birthday was 3 days after his son's, and his wife's about a week after that. I sent his son a birthday card and signed it 'from your real daddy'.

 

[Leigh]

First, it's not like I was sitting there caressing it in my sleep. It was just sitting in my closet with board games, yearbooks, and other frivolous shit.

So, allow me to further elaborate on this matter. At this restaurant there was a group of 4 ladies who were secretaries at our local high school. They used to come in all the time, they'd sit there for hours, they'd always complain and try to get shit for free, in short, they sucked. One of them we called The Fish Lady, because she looked like a fish. Her personal favorite dish of choice to order and complain about was the cavatappi con pollo y spinachi. (Pasta with a cream sauce, chicken and spinach. One of the best selling items on the menu)

Anyways, one day I wanted to have a beer before going to my favorite pool hall which was right across the parking lot. I walked in the backdoor of the restaurant, as we were suppose to, and as I go to sit at the bar - yes, we had a habit of contributing to the delinquency of minors - I see Jen, my FB friend/former co-worker, look at her, and say 'You're waiting on The Fish Lady, aren't you?', and indeed she was.

Now allow me to further illustrate the importance of this part of the story. If I can walk into a place of business, and with a no more than a single look at you, know without a shadow of a doubt who is making your day suck, they should be banned forever from said place of business.

Anyways, one beer turns into 4 or 5, and after The Fish Lady and her deplorable cohorts finally left, Jen walks by me and says check out what they left me. There was no tip, and across the top of the receipt it said 'Smile, and be a little more happy next time.' I asked Jen if I could keep it, and she didn't know why, but said whatever.

Now my birthday had been just a few days before, and the one thing I had asked for was a scanner so I could send dick pics in AOL chatrooms like Adult Question Game, or the AQG - but that's another story entirely. So after I went and shot pool for a couple hours, got high, and went home I took my new scanner, and scanned the receipt and pasted it atop a Word document, and proceeded to write about half a page, no vulgarities, nothing threatening, well worded about why the fuck do these administrator ladies keep coming back if all they do is order the same thing and complain every time. But this is where I ran into the problem, I didn't know their names. So I found the school's website, like I said this is AOL days so I wasn't even sure if they had one yet, but there was no way to find the administrators. So, I copied the addresses of 3-4 teachers from each department, added another brief paragraph about how this email wasn't intended for anyone I was sending it to, and asked if they would be so kind as to post it in the teacher's lounge and the principal's office. This was on a Friday, so I figured I had at least working my back to back weekend doubles before I would catch any shit for it.

So, on to Saturday morning, I'm at the bar cutting lemons, and I hear the manager come up from behind me and he says "Hey Mike, you got a minute?" I turn to him and say "For you "Dave", I've got 5". And I follow him back to the manager's office. "Dave" had also recently been suspended for perusing PersianKitty.com and minimizing the window instead of closing it. Again, the early days of the internet...lol. As we are walking towards the office, I can see he has an AOL profile on the screen. Now my profile didn't have my name on it, but if you knew me, you could put 2 and 2 together pretty easily. Now "Dave" asks "Would you like to tell me about the email you sent to so and so High School"?

I really don't know what "Dave" expected me to say, but I looked him straight in the face and said "Sure, Dave. What do you want to know?" Then all the color left his face, and he went on and one for a minute or so finishing by asking me what the hell I thought gave me the right to do so. I told him that "I felt empowered by divine righteousness". I then was put on 'indefinite suspension'.

My co-workers threw me quite an awesome party the following weekend for taking one for the team like that. They bitches continued to come back to the restaurant, but not nearly as often.

Literally 3 or 4 years later, I had a part time job at a banquet hall that had 7-8 different rooms and could seat probably 800 people in total. It had a large staff, and a lot of people didn't even know other's names. One day, out of the blue, some guy - who I had never said a word asked me if I was who I was by name, and I said yes. He said "I just want to shake your hand. I know *one of the bartenders* from the other place, and she told me a pretty funny story about you. I asked 'The email'. And he laughed, and said yeah. We're good friends to this very day.

Sorry for the FRAT

If I might share another story that still makes me laugh, the head Dean of my first HS (got kicked for LSD possession) was in the pharmacy's database. As was his family. His birthday was 3 days after his son's, and his wife's about a week after that. I sent his son a birthday card and signed it 'from your real daddy'.

You're a strange individual. I mean that in the politest possible way.

 

[Shinkicker]

You're a strange individual. I mean that in the politest possible way.

I find him very interestingly entertaining. He says shit that I only wished I could sometimes. Lol

 

[Tom O'Bedlam]

You're a strange individual. I mean that in the politest possible way.

Careful you don't get your binder stashed, homie.

 

[SCADA]

This is pretty fukin weird

 

[Mix6APlix]

You're a strange individual. I mean that in the politest possible way.

That's sweet Leigh. Thanks. But you don't need to be polite to me. We're good like that.