At work, Charla was the drama girl and work bully. If there was no drama going on, she would start it. She was related to the family who owned the restaurant and I was the dishwasher and janitor. But because of her, I was sometimes also the electrician, the hedge trimmer, window cleaner and if someone messed up the toilets, I became a plumber. Aside from a part time cook, I was the only other guy there. Not that it usually benefited me as it seemed that I was the only one that remained single the whole time I worked there.
Charla would have these moments where she was okay. Like talkative, getting along and seemingly normal but then if something didn’t go right, like a customer’s order perhaps, she’d talk down to whoever took the blame as if they were ten years old. After closing, she would purposefully hide objects under cabinets, stove, etc. and check after I cleaned just to make sure that I did a thorough job of cleaning. If I missed anything, she’d raise her tone and either say something smart ass about it or make a big deal out of it. I found myself fantasizing over the idea of how I’d like to smack my dick across her face a few times as if it would teach her a lesson or something. I often wondered if she even realizes how she makes others feel and I don’t think she even would care if she did and likely her treatment of others doesn’t cross her mind.