Well...considering I've almost gotten fired on two separate occasions because of things she did (stealing my disk, and losing that important memorial ad), I feel as though I was just an embodiment of karma. Like I said before...she's old and dying. Well, last time I checked, we're all dying. And no offense but if you are 60 or 70 with cancer than you led a pretty decent full life, and I don't feel sorry for anyone who smokes 5 packs a day then whines they get cancer.
As I said earlier, I have a permanent life-altering medical condition myself. Unlike cancer, my problem is incurable and inoperable. So, does that give me a right to go around making everyone's life miserable and starting trouble? If I was old and dying--which, technically, no matter how old you are, you ARE dying too--what right does that give me to disrupt an entire workplace to the point where the rest of the staff's hours need to be cut so they can pay me to sit around and cause trouble and be counterproductive? And just because I'm old, I'ma pparently allowed to completely disrespect people younger than me, and lie to their bosses to get them in trouble. I'm also apparently allowed to steal or misplace their things to purposefully try to screwjob them.
The way I look at it my friend, karma is something that needs to be put into action. In my life, nothing bad ever happens to the people who deserve it. In fact, nothing but good things happen to them, particularly after they do all kinds of horrible things. Now, that isn't to say that I feel like I should be the one to do something terrible back to balance things out, but in my estimation, I don't really care if she's old or dying. I look at this situation really basically: one person disrespecting another, and in general disrespecting everyone around us at the job.
You should hear this *****. She calls the other people who work there all kinds of ****ed up names right in front of them. She insulted my ****ing 60,000 dollar design degree. She's gotten me into trouble with my boss almost every single day just for the sport of it.
Maybe I overreacted, but honestly, given the situation and this woman's uncanny ability to instantly aggravate you to the point of extreme response (almost everyone who works there has done something similar to this), I don't think I did. Like I said, I see things sort of like photoshop layers.
Layer one, the top layer, is her being a jerk.
The other stuff is there, but it's below that layer. So I don't really acknowledge it; I'm busy editing the top one.
Now, I understand where your coming from, man. It sounds like a pretty scumbag thing to do. And I hear you on the part where I'm not really supposed to feel like I accomplished anything--I mean, to you guys who don't know the whole scenario over there, I basically said "I yelled at an old lady dying of cancer, ain't I the man?" and I know how ****ed up that seems. But I don't consider it being misguided.
In my entire life, I've known a lot--AND I MEAN A FRIGGING TON--of sons of *****es. And if you knew the things done to me, you'd probably say the same about this lady. My overall point is, every jerk I've ever run into in my life, acts that way because everyone around turns a blind eye.
I am fueled by two core values. Respect, and pride. I have no respect for people who behave like children and use the fact that they have ruined their own health as a crutch to perpetuate said behavior.
I understand where your coming from, Fatman, but there's been enough of that sort of crap in my life. Enough people beat me down in a day; I don't need to add another one to the list.