jerk face.

I know I've bitched about him before, but that was a couple of months ago when things were first happening.

We have a player at the casino who got in trouble by the management for harassing us near the end of the night about getting more entries into drawings that he didn't deserve and whatnot. Honestly, I had figured the whole thing had blown over. He and his wife weren't coming in nearly as often as they had in the past, and when they did, they took their stuff and left.

Tonight, however, it all changed. I was behind the counter, getting a dinner voucher for a player. As this player and I were talking, the guy, we'll call him Bob, comes up to the desk, waiting for me and the other player to get done talking. Bob notices the other player is smoking at the counter (which you're not supposed to do, but with this guy I don't really care 'cause he makes sure to keep the smoke out of the way) because smoking will make you fat. Then I jokingly say that cigarettes keep you skinny. Then Bob says to the other guy, "You smoke, she smokes, you two would be good together." I butted in to say that I have never smoked a day in my life, thankyouverymuch. Then Bob says to the other guy, "Oh really? Because whenever she talks, it sounds like smoke is coming out of her mouth."

Now, I'm not really sure what that's supposed to mean. Was it an insult? Am I blowing smoke up his ass all the time when I talk to him? Am I a horrible dragon blowing fire at him? Am I just sarcastic all the time to him? Who knows. I try to be amiable.

Then the other guy leaves, and Bob approaches the desk. I start printing off his entries and he asks me, "So, you want to be a teacher?" And I tell him that yeah, maybe, but I'm not sure if my heart is really in it, blah blah. Then he says, "What if your superintendent approached you to say that a lot of people said that you complain too much?"

As soon as he said this, I knew exactly what he was getting at. So I started to say that I would find out what they say I was complaining about (because sometimes you get on a tangent about something and don't realize it's annoying everyone else), and then Bob cut me off. I wanted to finish telling him that I would have looked at myself to see if it was true that I was complaining about something a lot, and if it were true, I would stop doing it. Because that's why Bob got in trouble - he did too much complaining to me and another coworker, and we'd had enough, so we told our supervisor. He needs to stop and take a good look at himself as a person. Reevaluate. Change. That's what I wanted to tell him. But he cut me off and asked, "Are you intimidated by me?" I told him, "No, should I be?" Because I'm not intimidated by him. I don't like him, he makes my life miserable, but in no way am I intimidated by him. If he thinks he can get me fired and have my job, then so be it. Keep thinking that, and keep working at it, because I can find better work at any other casino in town that he's already been kicked out of for complaining about crap, and then I won't have to deal with him.

Then he went on to tell me that he was still hurt by what had happened three months ago, and that he still thinks about it a lot. It was three months ago. Get over it. Move on. If it hurts that much, then maybe he shouldn't come back to the casino.

I know that I'm probably wasting time by even talking about this because there's nothing that's going to change about him. I wish there was something I could do or say to him to make him understand that he is not being an acceptable person, let alone an acceptable GROWN UP. I don't understand why he is like this, and I want to. I want to know what happened in his childhood that made him act like this as a 70 year old man. Why is it okay for him to treat me like this, but not okay for me to turn him in for treating me like this? It's not. Obviously I'm not going to sit down with Bob and have a heart to heart with him about this, and even if we DID talk about it, I wouldn't get the truth. I'd get some manipulative sob story. I'm tired of it. I told my supervisor Bob needs to get his act together or leave, because this job is not worth being harassed like that.