A'holes That I've Known
by Bill Rosoman
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Some of the A'holes That I've Known
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I have lived an interesting and varied life. Currently I am unemployed and living on the road in a Mobile Home (RV). Life is full of surprises and chances.
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I am a Pacifist at heart but if push comes to shove would defend myself. If my Life was Threatened the I Would Act.
I have only been really threatened four times in my life. These are outlined in this book.
I consider myself an Optimistic Realist.
“Optimism has a Chance
Persimmon has no Chance.
Life has had its ups and downs, but general my life has been and is great.
My glass is always half full.
I try and treat all people with respect. But being nice and friendly is a two way street. So if people are nice to me I am nice to them.
If they wish to be mean and nasty, either I walk away or they get what they give!
I am not bitter and twisted, angry or full of hate. Merely a student of human nature.
I do not hate anybody as I do not have the time or energy as life is too short to be side tracked by negative BS.
Life is a Bitch
And then you Marry One
LOL
The list of A'holes is in some sort of order with the biggest A'holes at the top.
Mind you some are not so much A'holes but funny, misguided etc.
Being confident, articulate and assertive is the way to go, no door mouse for me. LOL
Arohanui
Bill Rosoman
Disclaimer
I have taken care to not identify people and places too much. I apologise if anyone takes offence. But these events are my true recollection of what happened.
I take no responsibility for any offence taken, this book is not aimed at offending people but pointing out that in life some nice people most of the time and one faces the odd A'hole.
If you discover one of these A'holes is you, well as they say if the cloth fits, wear it!
Some of the A'holes That I've Known
G the Grump
This would be my number one A'hole. And the worlds worst boss.
I worked at a Service Station (Gas Station) on the Night Shift for five years. All I got from G and his wife was grief. Hardly ever did I get praise, a good word or anything positive.
I was accused of this that and everything, most of which was BS. But if I stood up for myself and challenged them I was considered a stirrer and just looking for trouble.
I used to get a pie delivery every morning and had to count them an put them in the fridge. You had to move the old pies forward and put the new pies at the back. I was always accused of not doing this, but in fact it is what I did. Not once was I shown or told what they think I did wrong. This was not helped by two employees who at different times did the shift after mine. It is true it was a important shift as it did the daily totals etc. But for these two the job went to their heads and they went on a power trip and would pot you into the boss for any little thing. The daily delivery of milk was the same story.
However the big hassle was being short in your till. G the grump would always say you had to make up the short fall. He would try and intimidate the younger employees. I was there for five years and it is only in the last few months I was short in my till. G tried to say you have to pay. I said that it was an honest mistake maybe, or perhaps there was an error somewhere else in the system. I also explained that I had probably served 100,000 people and only made a hand full of mistakes. But he would bang on. He would call me into the office and try and give me a grilling. I said I was not going to pay the lousy $20 as I did not do anything wrong and that if he tried to take it out of my pay I would sue him. He scoffed and said were, I said the employment court. He said that this was his business and he had run it his way for 37 years and that law did not apply to him. I said what about the Tax Department, Health and Safety etc. He said no it did not apply to him. He said that's the trouble with you Bill you always want to argue now bugger off. Some much for a fair hearing.
The first time I was short was a real laugh. While G the Grump was having a go at me about being short $20 in my till, his partner was in Dubai on holiday having $300 afternoon teas (as he told me at a Christmas BBQ). G did not get the irony, that it was the employees like me that allowed G and his partner to have expensive holidays several times a year.
When one night I was robbed of money and cigarettes at knife point, G the Grump wanted to give me a written warning but could not on a technicality. I said what about improving the security in a couple of areas, he said no we've spent enough money on that shit!
So much for him caring about staff or their health and safety.
I quit as I was not prepared to be working for this A'hole anymore.
J the Maniac
I managed a Hotel and Training Venue for awhile. J was the boss. What a devious dude. He could not help himself, he always had to find the angle, how he could manipulate the situation to his advantage.
He threatened me twice.
Once I was at his flat and we discussing something when he jumped and grabbed me with both hands round the throat, I looked up at him and laughed and said “go for it J”.
The second time was when I left. His attitude and deviousness became too much and I decided to quit. He is one of the few people I have ripped off in my life. I took some music CDs and stuff and did a runner, leaving him a note. He rang me saying, “men do not stop bullets, and I'm coming after you”. I rang the local Policeman and told him, but nothing came of it.
J is Manic Depressant or Bi-Polar as they call it nowadays.
He at one time stopped taking his medication and went crazy for a few days. He was ringing local businesses and trying to do a deal to buy them.
I told his wife she had better do something or I would. Next thing a Police car arrived with two Policemen and a Psychiatrist in the vehicle. One Policeman spoke to me to get the lay of the land. I said J is legally blind but he can see shapes. He is off his tree and has the potential to be violent. The Cop said plan A is we send in the Psychiatrist, plan B is I'll grab the top half, you grab the bottom. But he went quietly.
The Hotel was known for it's chilli beef IE the beef was sourced locally and butchered locally which is illegal and hot, hence the chilli beef.
J had lots of other dodges and rackets going as well!
Another racket was his blindness, it was caused in a car accident. He had the hotel that run at a loss for tax purposes of cause. But ACC (Insurance) is based on your previous income. So they had to cook the books over night so he made a profit. He was on $1000 a week. His cost of living like accommodation, food, phone, power, was all on the hotel.
The hotel under his management eventually went belly up.
Mrs A Infant Mistress 1953
Mr and Mrs A were old fashioned school teachers, beat the kids for their own good seemed to be their motto. I guess they were a product of the 1950s and the social norms of the times.
From the day I was five and attended school I was belted on the knuckles with a ruler as I was left handed and that was not allowed. What is a five year old supposed to do! I remember my Dad was told but nothing was done and eventually I became right handed.
On hindsight it did me a favour as it toughened my resolve, it made me ambidextrous and stronger mentally.
It was a tough time, as I was bullied in the play ground as well. Mother took me to school the first day a distance of 2 ½ miles each way and from then on I had to walk to school myself come rain or shine.
The funniest other thing I remember about my young school days was having health checks. I was born with a hernia and was on a waiting list for 12 years as it was non-urgent. They spent all their time feeling my nuts and it was not till I was 18 and went for a drivers licence that I found out I had bad eyesight.
I thought everybody squinted at the blackboard.
Mr A Headmaster circa 1958
One day I followed a Prefect into the grounds of the school riding on my bike as the Prefect was as well. The Prefect then turned round and gave me a detention as it was not permitted. I was sent to the Headmaster Mr A.
He said I am going to strap you on the hand for breaking the rules. I said but the Prefect did it too. He said never mind hold out your hand. I refused, he was most put out and made me stand in the corner of his office. Ever now and then he would ask are you going to hold out my hand and I said no.
About 2pm my Mother was summoned and was crying that I had brought the family into disrepute and it was a major disaster.
I held out my hand and got a tap from the strap and was told to return to class.
What an A'hole.
K the Junkie
I have known K for most of his life. I said to him when he was in his early teens that you know the difference between right and wrong, and that if you do wrong you go to prison. He said yes.
He had a wonderful childhood on the farm, he could go hunting and fishing, bike riding, sheep shearing, walks etc. It is true his mother left him when he was very young but his father did the best he could for him. He was diagnosed with HDD and was given some physiological help. One night I sat in with the father and a Psychologist, after I said to M, geez I think the Psychologist is mad. He kept trying to blame the father and looking for excuses and scape goats, not solutions.
M got quite desperate and wrote to the Government Ministry of Social Welfare, but they were of no help. M then called them the Department of Social Destruction.
K started taking drugs and still does to this day. He gets pretty bad, here are a couple of stories.
M his father was dying and in the final weeks, K showed a real interest, saying to me he had got to his father and he had changed his will, K hoped to his favour. I said to him how about we wait till your father dies and then we will find out. M died a short while later. His will in fact was made harder. K was going to get an allowance, but the farm would be managed by Trustees.
K did not like that one bit, a few weeks later he showed up at the farm in the early morning and was marched off the farm with a shotgun in his face by the Manager. He was given a trespass order and is not allowed on the farm, which technically he owns.
I was living down the road a way and earlier had some property stolen, I knew straight away it was K. I tackled him about, but he is a pathological liar and can look you in the face and lie threw his teeth. I said to him you can fool some of the people some of the time but you do not fool me and while I am a pacifist at heart in your case I will make and exception and if it is a question or you or me, I will not be the one dead first.
Some time latter he was staying with my neighbour and screwing her daughter who was either under or barely the legal age for sex of sixteen.
I got pissed off with him and rang the Police. I said you have to do something, you have several arrest warrants and I am telling you were he is. The Cop said leave it with me.
A few days later I got a knock on the door at daylight, it was a Policeman, he said you have to come to the neighbours house and identify that K is there. I went and said to the Policeman I am 99% sure K is in there. The Policeman knocked on the door and said it was the Police. They had about several Police and a Police dog surrounding the house. I nudged the young cop beside me and said what are you going to do. He said what, I said the guy has just shot the gap out the back window. I ran out into the street and was told off as they had let the Police dog loose. But I saw the dog grab him up the street and bring him to the ground so they could handcuff him and take him away.
M's brother farmed the farm next door and was loosing a lot of farm machinery and petrol/diesel, so he fitted an alarm (as did M on his farm). The first person the brother caught was his nephew K.
I said to M that the alarm was not much use because if K came after him and assuming M or K triggered the alarm, it would take 20-30 minutes for someone to turn up at the best of times by which time you would have bleed to death anyway!
K has ripped many many people off and including Motor Bike Gangs. He said to me at his fathers funeral, you were right Bill.
He is still a total loose canon on the run from people and the Police.
K the Wanker
K was a co-worker, he was an A'hole and a perfectionist. I am not a perfectionist, I believe in doing a good job but not to the point of wasting too much time.
The first time K had a go at me was when I was OIC (Officer in Charge). K at the time was courting his what was to be his 3rd wife. He used to take a mattress in his van and go bush with her!
He would then ring up late in the afternoon and have some lame excuse as to were he had been, and then have to work several hours overtime to fix telephones he should have done during the day. A complete rip off.
I gave him a written instruction that he should first ring me before doing any overtime. He took exception and wrote to the bosses.