Long Blog Rant: I Hate Owen. Grr!

I swear to god, I'm gonna get arrested for murder soon.

OWEN... That guy from work who I at first thought was cool. Oh-ho-ho-hooo...
How I HATE him...

First, picture this. A slack-jawed, skinny farmer boy. Sure, he looks attractive, but that's all he's got.
He's WHINY... Oh god. His past may not have been pretty, buy jeez, leave it be. Quit dragging a dead cat around by it's tail.
He constantly moans and bemoans about how UNFAIR life can be. Cry me a river. How he chose to move away from his rich parents and supportive brother, to live on his own. How he chose to move to my worlds'-end town, and slave away with us for a dead-beat company. Boo-hoo.
He's constantly saying how he just needs his chance to PROVE that he can do a high-paying, low-input job, and how good he'll be at it.

Trouble is folks, is that he won't commit to anything, or put any effort into it.

He fails to work hard at his current job. He cries all the time, and he slacks off. He constantly abuses the rights we earned ourselves, by talking on cellphones while working, wasting bosses time by asking redundant questions that don't apply to anything, and going for extra smoke breaks during designated work periods.
He has smoke dope at work, and I have even seen him do it. Unfortunately, that was when I thought he was worthy of being my friend, so I never ratted him out. I'm just itching for a chance to crush him...

He's shot-gunning applications out everywhere, only applying to jobs that give him more than the 18 dollars an hour that he doesn't deserve (I make 17 an hour). He's annoying big-shots at work, trying to find out when they'll hire contractors to become full-time Sherritt Labour Pool employees. He doesn't realize that Sherritt doesn't want him, because of his attitude and poor work ethics. Why we even have him out here is still a mystery to me. An 8 year old girl would work harder, better, and more honestly than he would.

Today, at work, I was in a GREAT mood! Really, I was.
I was full of energy, ready to work and stay focused. Here comes Owen though, dragging his sorry ass all day long...
We got sent to do an office move, moving folders and books back and forth. Our crew leader wouldn't buy us any cardboard boxes to move those office peoples shit around, so we had to go dumpster diving for decent boxes to use.
Yes, I bitched a little about that.
Owen says, ''David, I hate your fucking attitude today. You're always whining about shit like this.''
Oh, I could be arrested for repeating the most pleasant and innermost thoughts of what I wanted to do to him that were playing through my mind.
I argued with him for a bit, proving in the end that I am justified for bitching about the lack of proper tools, and the lackadasial attitude our crew leader constantly displays about us needing to be professional and needing to have proper things at hand. Like boxes for fucking books. Clean boxes, not ones which are half-soaking wet from the snow, and dirty from other garbage.

Owen is constantly lazy. We pull up to a mess or a job with our work truck, and we'll all hop out, ready to go. He'll stay within the truck, fucking text-messaging one of the thousand women he sleeps with. Fuckin' lazy asshole...
He then cries, saying, ''Oh, well, if you guys would have waited for me...''
No! No Owen, we CAN'T wait for you... We're here to WORK, not fuck around. Get off your fucking ass, bleed from your asshole from the hernias we all suffer from, and get shit done. Now. We can't wait ten, fifteen, or twenty minutes for you to screw around and type some inane message to some bitch that you fuck around with.

I have to put up with him at work. There's very few males or females on our team that can do the stuff I can do with my body. I'm not very strong, to be honest, but I can sure suffer and fake it well. I can lift and dig, chop and shove, twist and straighten a million things at work. We have to be able to move furniture, lift pallets, do heavy lifts for lab equipment in the Analytical Services building (machines weighing 500 pounds or more), and be able to shovel/chop/dig for 8-10 hours straight, and repeat as required all week long.
Although he rarely does anything useful, the fact that he COULD possibly do these things keeps him somewhat useful. And hence, is the reason he's staying at Sherritt with us.

Oh-ho-ho-ho...
Jamie. I love her. As a friend, a sister, and a whole lot more.
Owen. He's got his dirty eye on her...
He had once in the past talked to her about moving out with her. At that time, like me, Jamie thought he might be okay.
Thank god that now, she hates him as much as I do.
Owen brought up the subject of him and her moving out together again, to rent a fucking house together.
Jamie is so deliciously evil at times. ^_^
She innocently said a few possible hints that she'd consider it strongly. She has told me in private that there'd be no way in hell that she'd live with him. She hates him.
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What would Jamie be to Owen? Number 201 on his fuck-list? Fuck that. How disrespectful, to any woman.
Owen has been bragging about how he's screwing a 'cougar', a much older woman. She's in her 40s. Owen is my age, about 26.
He told me a story today, of how psycho this cougar was. He said that he was busy fucking some other girl in his apartment on top of the bar where he lives, and the cougar woman was banging at his door, mad that he was still seeing other women.
What a loser. To think I was jealous of him.
Owen says he had to call the cops to scare her away. Still...

I had a few snippy chats with Owen today. He said that he didn't know anyone out here in the Fort, and that the only people he knew really were his co-workers. Buddy, you don't know me... I told you a few things about me, things I now regret saying to you, but that doesn't mean you know me at all. My own mother doesn't know me.
So, just because he doesn't know anyone out here, makes it okay for him to ask Jamie to move out with him?
I told him that maybe he should ask one of the other 200 fucking people he'd slept with to move out with him. He laughed at that, and said that wouldn't work.
He said there's one girl he sees all the time, and that he kind of likes her. But clearly not enough to love her.
I asked him why he doesn't just focus on her, after he tells me that living with her (Danielle is her name) wouldn't work. He had tried in the past, but she gets mad at him for seeing other women.
I told him maybe he should just leave her then, if she gets mad at him for his lifestyle, and continue to live as he lives. He said, ''If you ever seen her naked, you'd agree that you couldn't leave her.''
I replied, ''If she's so hot then, why are you seeing other women?''
''Because I like women. A LOT.''

I won't drive him home anymore. Fuck him. I don't wanna talk to him, I don't wanna see him, I don't want his presence in my life. He disgusts me, tremendously, and he annoys Jamie as well. Nobody on our crew likes him, and everyone complains against him based on his lazy attitude, his disgusting womanizing habits, and his lack of committment and work attitude.

Maybe we can drive him away. Our plant is having a shut-down soon, meaning that, well... I'll explain it in an easy-to-understand method.
Imagine your stove. Now, pretend that you have to replace all the burners on it.
The job will take many months, and you still have to feed your family and yourself.
Imagine cutting back to just one burner, while other people constantly repair, tweak and trim, and fix your other burners. Your oven is on a shut-down, it's getting worked on but still has to produce stuff.
Same thing at our plant. We have to keep processing chemicals and stuff, but also make repairs and additions to the current process systems.
We're gonna be super-busy during our shut-down this spring. Lots of over-time for David here, and lots and lots of work to do.
I aim, AIM, to just DRIVE him away by the sheer work load. I will refuse to carry him at that critical time, when workers are plenty, and people like him are expendable. I will make sure that when he thinks I'll do his work for him, that he alone will have to shoulder my usual burdens, and he will crumble. He's a very weak man, in spirit, and he will break. I am an evil son of a bitch, but he definately deserves this treachery. No one on our crew is going to support him. He can either change and grow to meet the needs for our crew, or he will wither and fall behind. Fuck him. He can go back home, and fuck his hundreds of girlfriends back in B.C.. (Don't worry Aunty, he doesn't live near anywhere close to you in B.C..).

Rant is over. Oh, there's no room for all of my good things yet. Ah, I'll post it later.
Got my truck to work again at least. ^_^

So, if my next e-mail is from prison, don't worry. Our legal system lets people out faster for murder than if you were to get caught for stealing stuff.
Just kidding, but man, I might definately get charged for assault and battery on that friggin' kid...

Next post will be happy. Just had to spew his ugliness out of my life. Didn't mean to stain my blog...