So.
Angry.
I.CAN'T.BREATHE.
Next year I am budgeting in anger management and therapy costs into our expenses, because I am literally on the verge of violence.
I can hardly even type this because I am so outraged I am seeing white with rage.
The Boss is back. He is like a virus that you can't cure. A plague, an annoying faulty wire in your car that you can't find but keeps malfunctioning. He is persistent and we can't get rid of him. And I'm trying to be the bigger person and just take things as they come. But he is the most awful human being on the planet and he has a way of getting under my skin.
Just to remind you, this is a struggling camp that, up until he was fired from, he had been hired to help save. He knows our budget is negative numbers. And yet, he has already fought for every last penny he could squeeze out of us. He has argued over the year balance for his pension, mileage, etc. Dude, you stole a bunch of money and got fired, just tuck your tail between your legs and GO AWAY.
No.
So yesterday I received an email with a list of items that he had left at camp. A guitar, some CDs, etc. Included on the list were prices (vastly over inflated prices by the way) and a message saying that since we couldn't seem to find the items, he would like a check sent. $1200 worth of stuff.
ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?!?
This is a man who routinely collected both reimbursement for gas AND mileage, paid for swimsuits and sandals for him and his children, and SO many other things I can't continue or I will literally have to punch this computer. He is demanding $30 for the charger for his blackberry. CAMP PAID $270 FOR THAT BLACKBERRY. I am so filled with rage over this, I feel like my head is going to explode. How dare he?!
I emailed the Board President as calmly as I could, but he called me right away and asked how many cups of coffee I'd had that morning, so perhaps I wasn't as cool as I could have been. He was cool. He calmly explained that we wouldn't be paying for the items and to try to look for them at camp again. I know where some of them are, and I have been mentally imagining myself smashing them with a hammer and bringing him a bag full of debris over and over. Truthfully, I'd like to smash his fat face with a hammer. This guy is the scum of the earth and he won't go away.
HE STOLE FROM US, and now he is back to demand more.
No.
The Board should have demanded the THOUSANDS of dollars he cost this camp, but they didn't, and now he's back like a parasite.
But I've got a plan.
If he wants a fight, he's going to get a fight.
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