"...I know your whole game."

        It's that kind of statement that I hear from a co-worker that drives me nuts.  It's one thing to say such a thing with data or examples to back it up, but to say it at a back of a sentence without any further explanation is just uneducated. 

    In school they teach you that when you write an essay you give a general outline of what your going to be talking about in the first paragraph.  Then in the following paragraphs you point to specific examples that back up statements you made in the first paragraph.  Then in the last paragraph you have the conclusion.  (Granted on my web pages I tend to ramble quite a lot)

    Now going back to this c0-worker, who I will call Chicken Man.  He has done this to me on several occasions.   So now I feel he is just fucking with me to give himself a rise.  And as he would say "I know your whole game"  But unlike him I will give you an example of his uneducated stupid fuck mind type games which in the end  he walks into the employee bathroom and tosses a load with self gratification.

        Example:  He used to work in some sort of production house operating some sort of heavy machinery.  We were talking about being able to eat a bag lunch while driving from job site to job site. Something that he probably couldn't do at his last job because he was running some sort of heavy equipment.  He gets upset at my statement because now I'm commenting on his old career which I know nothing about. (Which is true)  I can only think back to what I learned in my high school woodshop class.  When working with heavy machinery one needs to stay focus.  You don't work on a band saw with a sandwich in your hand.  Chicken Man totally disagrees and gets on me for commenting on something I know nothing about.  As you can see there are two different view points.  I explain the whole woodshop theory.  But all Chicken Man can say is that I'm wrong.  When I keep asking how I'm wrong, he goes back to how I'm just wrong.  "You can eat a lunch while working on heavy machinery!" he screams at me.  Then he attempts to sum it up with by saying "You can believe whatever you want to believe but I know what your all about"  Then I get it.  HE'S FUCKING WITH ME.  He had no intention on bringing me around.  What a DICK.  So I make him.  "Please tell me in way that I can understand" I beg.  After 10 minutes he does.  This whole argument could have been avoided if he would have said what he said in the last 10 minutes in the first 10 minutes.  After all, he was the one telling me I was wrong.  If a person is wrong or incorrect with information then it is up that one person that has the knowledge to explain.  The keyword being explain.  Am I'm just suppose to believe that one can eat a lunch while working with heavy machinery.  FUCK that.  Question Authority kids or else assholes like Chicken Man will be running the country saying things like it's to complicated for the American People to understand.  People like that are out to fuck with the people who don't know how to take a stand.  REMEMBER how this example started.  With me making a comment about LUNCH.  You would think we were talking about the problems in the Middle East.

    The other day, I was working on a printer problem for six hours and I couldn't get the colors to calibrate correctly so I had another tech take a look at it.  Turns out the repair flowchart was missing a step.  But this other Tech, Gene, had it figured out in ten minutes.  Sometimes you get fixated and need help.  Any smart tech knows when to have a second pair of eyes look at the same problem.  I was pissed that I couldn't figure it out.  But hey, that's how it goes.  So the next day I'm talking with the boss outside in the parking lot about the problem I had. I brought him in to show him the test pages.  As I'm telling the boss about my 6 hour set back, Chicken Man comes walking by and says "Gene fixed the machine in ten minutes" in a low voice. He didn't direct it at me or the boss.  And there was no one else around.  He walked by, said it in a low tone and then walked away.  W.T.F. It's wasn't like I was going to take credit for the fix.  If that was the case I could have told the boss I fixed it while we were in the parking lot talking.  So here I am telling my tale of woe when this cocksucker  throws me a sucker punch. The boss and I pretend we don't hear it and I continue with the story.   I want to say I don't get it but I do.  Chicken Man is a dick.  I help that guy out whenever I can or whenever he needs it.  And that is my payback.  The situation had nothing to do with him.  But for some reason he was going to make sure that the story was heard right and that the proper people would receive credit.  Because he is the the Chicken Man.  Defender of all.

    Chicken Man thinks he has the 411 on everyone.  I supposed he feels everyone is out to get him.  And the only way to stop any type of attack, is to tell everyone that he knows their game.  Chicken Man go grab your bowling ball and your New Castle Brown Ale and leave me alone.  And since you know it all go call my old friend C Porter House Steak and talk about how you have the whole world figured out.

some will say I'm bitter about something....