The Work Crew of Lazy Fucks I Hate arrive. All the fat fucks that I've ever suspected of trolling or being lazy. Along with the Beaters of my Job. The Beaters of Capitalism. Even a Supervisor from my last job. Who is immediately trying to calm things down. Three Supervisors, each with a gun. It sure calms down my bloodlust immediately.
"What the fuck!? He's supposed to be at work!" Repo yells angrily.
"I have heat stroke, no work till Monday they said." I snap back defiantly.
"Jacob, you're fine. Go to work." Supervisor A. says angrily.
My eyes water a bit for a second, then I shrug.
"Sure, I need the cash anyway. It's standard hours." I say calmly.
I start to walk away. Then Repo speaks up.
"Wait, fuck him. I want those hours, make him stay home. That's his punishment. Fuck him, I want his wallet." Repo says angrily.
I am nervous cause he might escalate to robbing me. But I let it play out. Too long. The Supervisors wave me away.
"Is Repo getting my-" I ask quickly.
"Go to work." Supervisor A. says sternly.
I sigh sadly, snap my fingers bitterly, and get ready for work. Then go to work. For twenty minutes. However, it's a completely different day until I arrive. Enough to make me bitch again. Cause it's my Cop reputation speaking up.
"Man, y'all do criminal anarchy on my days off, don't you?" I yell angrily.
"Shut up, no we don't!" Sera snaps with nervous anger.
I turn and see my ex, staring at me angrily. I roll my eyes. I point at maintenance who has three steel flasks, passing them around.
"They're drinking liquor out those things, I'm not dumb Sera. This is anarchy, I know it. It'll be a miracle if anything gets done." I say angrily.
Nothing got done except my work. Until they broke down in the last hour of the day. I almost told my Senior, but he was puking on the ground. And crying. I just walked away while he flipped me off and called me a f@#$%^&. I sat outside and smoked weed for the last hour of the day.
It was an awful day of dumbassery. My work day was basically a bar. All the machines were down. They all chatted with each other. Except for me? Why?
"It's mating day, Jacob. We brought our women to work today, just be nice and vibe with it." Kaity says warmly.
I glare at her when she explained this to me halfway through the day.
"Really? So they get to fuck around instead of work? This fucks with Capitalism. I hate that. I'm gonna have to do more work cause of y'all." I say angrily.
"It'll be fine." Kaity says nicely.
It wasn't fine. It escalated the next day. Cause Mating Day was supposed to become Mating Week. And everyone wanted me to run their lines. By force of beatings. So we fought at work a lot. The pattern was something like this.
"I need you to take my shift." Fat Blondie says angrily.
"I already work the whole week, shut up. I can't." I say angrily.
"Do it or I'll kill you." Fat Blondie says angrily.
I square up with him, he gets scared, but readies his fists like he's going for a bear hug. I step forward and throw a left jab. He takes it, shaking intensely.
"I don't want to do this Jacob." Fat Blondie says fearfully.
"Then fucking accept you're doing your work. I'm not taking your shift." I say angrily.
"Both of you, get to work. Stop fighting, no one's taking anyone's shift. He works all week already, shut up." Supervisor A. says sternly.
I walk away, pleased with obvious evidence nobody should keep trying.
They kept trying anyway. Even when I proved it with the overtime schedule to the worst worker at the plant. Moody. Aaron Moody, a fucking douchebag who is a longtime worker who is driving this company into the ground with his criminal laziness he does every fucking year. And it becomes obvious to me as he tries threatening me into doing his machines.
With a gun to my face. And my ex smiling nervously behind him.
"You're gonna fucking do my machines or I'm killing you right now." Moody says angrily.
The whole scene just causes a mental breakdown of rage. I legit black out from rage at this point. It's blurry for a reason. I don't even remember where the gun went. I just know that after smashing his face into the side of the machine, with him barely feeling it due to his own strength. I slid open the grinder's door, and tried shoving his head into the grinder wheel.
It didn't work cause he was around my strength level. And our Senior put me in a chokehold. Until I was unconscious. Again, as per usual. Cause people always jump me.
I wake up in the Hole. A capitalist cell at work. Welcome to Capitalism's Jailhouse. It's a joke. The Company settles everything with stupid bullshit centered around working off the debts. Cause we're not people, we're property.
"What the fuck is going on, Repo?" I say bitterly.
My head is woozy.
"You're working your debt off. You almost killed Moody." Repo says angrily. "40 Hours, no pay." he says nervously.
"What about Moody? He had a gun and was trying to be criminally lazy." I say angrily.
I start to stand, my head woozy but rage steadying me.
"He has to do a 100 hours and get rid of his gun." Repo says nervously.
"Guns are death threats, Repo! I better not see it, or I'll do the Death Round with Moody back at him again!" I vow furiously.
They gas the room or something, I pass out and wake up back at home at 6AM. I just go through the paces, in silence. As always. Moody isn't in the same room as me for the first few days. Until we're supposed to settle our differences. And it got real bad immediately.
"Your mom was a prostitute, I'm your father." Moody says seriously.
Another beating almost happened immediately except they hit me with a chloroform rag or something as I cocked my fist back. We never spoke of it again for weeks. Until he burst out laughing while at the line. And I just aimed a camshaft at his throat.
"You don't speak of our relation, I'll kill you. Being the Prostitute's Son ruins my dating odds in town. Don't do it Moody, or you're fucking dead!" I say with bloodlust.
"Okay, don't shoot officer!" He says fearfully.
I walk away, and work in fury. They just let the hours go by, until my ex confronts me.
"Please talk to Moody, he's your dad. I'm scared you're gonna kill someone if we don't settle this." Sera says nervously.
I almost throw a fist, I'm so angry.
"I'd rather we live in denial. I have a father who I already hate right now, I don't need two of them." I say angrily.
Because he was wanting me to make things right with Moody over texts while trying to abandon me. I just told my apparently fake father to go kill himself since he doesn't want to be my father. He called crying, apologizing about it and saying he still loves me. I just told him to try acting like a better father and being useful. Get a job. I'm tired of layabouts like you and my mom.
Then he claimed he has a family fortune. I told him to fucking start sharing or to get my mom out the house. He just said it's a college fund for his girlfriend's kid. So it's his Mom's money, shut the fuck up Step Father. I hung up the phone after telling him to kill himself again for being a dumbass with someone else's money. Or he's a pedophile fucking her kid. One or the other. He got mad and I just ignored his texts while arguing with people about Moody.
"You can't ignore him forever. He's your father." Bridgette says angrily.
"Who cares? They're all garbage people who don't help with bills while living it up rich. More relatives are more burdens. Tell them to fuck off, I say." I say bitterly.
"You sound like your Grandpa. Fucking asshole." Bridgette says angrily.
"He's smart like me then." I joke bitterly.
I keep ignoring him. For weeks, and a month or two. Then he tries it again.
"Can we just talk about how I'm your-" Moody says angrily.
I cock my fist back in a pitcher's throw, and hit him hard as shit in the forehead with my fist. He just takes it like a man. I glare at him angrily.
"Just shut up and walk away." I say coldly.
He does. It doesn't come up again for a few days. Until I'm talking with my ex about something stupid. And she just gets mad when I flip Moody off and tell him "Walk while I'm talking to the girl."
"That's my daughter in law." Moody says angrily.
"Didn't you try to fuck her as a prostitute?" I say angrily.
He runs off while Sera hits me, crying a little.
"Jacob, he never did that! Quit embarrassing me!" Sera says angrily.
But they did have that vibe. At a smoke break we were on, a co-worker called it out.
"Jacob's right, y'all used to flirt." Brody says bluntly.
"Shut up!" Sera says angrily.
"I'm with Jacob, just. I'd rather beat you all up than discuss any of this drama." Bridgette says with sad anger.
And thus, that chapter of our lives ended for a long time. For the most part. The workplace is now just silent and they all barely talk. For a sad reason as I learn from my ex.
"I'm a Methodist. We don't do things like watch tv." she says bluntly.
It hit me like a ton of bricks. It's why I don't get along with anyone. I'm the one that's cultured. You're all drones. None of you read books, watch tv, movies, or listen to music. Methodist life, amish life, whatever ya want to call it. It all sucks dick. And they live it for some reason.
It was just sadness at this point as right after that drama, I dared just ask a lot of questions. And I just realized that the Methodists are criminally lazy with their religious freedoms. And they turn women into whores. And then the whores run their society to an extent. The Men are the Beaters who are dumb apes. And the women swindle them into being working men with sex and children. It's a sad, pathetic cycle represented by Moody.
"I only work cause I have kids like you I pay alimony checks too." Moody says angrily.
I ignore him and walk away. I don't even care if it's true. It wasn't for me. Until Lucy checked my paystubs.
"Your paystubs show your taxes are paid by Moody and other shit you've been involved in. It's why you make better money than everyone here." Lucy says seriously.
I was being accused of extortion until they realized it was because of alimony checks from my deadbeat father he's been paying for years. Sucks to suck, Moody.
"And lawsuits. Like asbestos was discovered at your high school." Lucy says bluntly. "Go check your lungs."
I did, I was healthy besides from smoking weed and cigarettes. But I quit smoking cigarettes as a teen, so it wasn't that bad. Still should eat weed instead of smoke it for health reasons, but whatever. Fuck cardio.