Bipolar Disorder

When you work a crappy job, you pretty much have to subscribe to the reality that during those hours you are working, you are no longer "alive". You are just a zombie.





Especially if you work in public service.





But during those hours, you are always on the lookout for something to latch onto, something that will remind you that there is something to live for outside of the hell you were hired onto.



Whether it be mundane conversations with coworkers you would not normally hang out with, or oogling the fine ladies that come into your store. Any hint of something better than you current position is a welcome.



This goes double when you are on the lookout to find a new lady to bring into your life.





Such was the case with me not too long ago.





A new girl was hired on to work the night shifts, which I happen to be a manage on some nights. When I saw her, it was like a breath of fresh air. Some real eye candy this one was. Which was a much welcome relief, because the women I have been working with made me start to wonder f nature had introduced the beasts to quell the human population. Yes, they are that ugly.





Anyway, after working a couple of days with this girl, I got to know her a little better. Nice attitude, got along with everybody.



After a few days, I decided to make my move.



I went up to her, and said, "Hey, if you're not doing anything after work tonight, you want to go grab a bite to eat with me?"





She blushed a little and said she would have to think about it.



That's fine. A couple hours passed and I decided to ask her again.



This time I got a completely different reaction.



I asked her, "Have you thought about it yet?"



Her face got deep red...and not from blushing.



She screamed out, "Why do you keep bugging me about this? Huh? Why don't you just leave me alone and quit harassing me!



Now, she screamed this out so loud, everybody, and I do mean everybody, in the store is looking at us. I just stood there, like a deer in headlights, I didn't know what to do or say. Her reaction had caught me completely off guard. After I recovered from my frozen state, I quickly walked away from her.



I had never been so embarrassed in my life.



And that's not something I easily forgive.





I pulled one of the workers into the manager's office.



I said to him, "Mark, what the hell is the deal with that psycho bitch?"



Mark said, "I don't know, but I'll find out for you."



He left the office and I sat in there deciding what to do next. Not only was I turned down for a date, but she also metaphorically castrated me in front of everybody. I had to deal with this bitch, had to get rid of her somehow.



A few minutes later, Mark came back into the office.



Mark said, "Well, you won't believe this, she's bipolar."





A light bulb went off in my head.





The next morning, I had a little chat with my boss, who told me that I should come to him if I had any problems with my employees on the night shift.





This is what I said to him, "I have some concerns with the new girl. Last night, I had asked her to do something. Later on when I asked her about it again, she blew up in my face. I come to find out she has this bipolar disorder. So, you see my concern about her being around the customers."



The boss said he was afraid that this might happen and he told me he would deal with it. And he did.



He canned her Norman Bates ass.