boot to the skull

[thejunipertree]

Overheard just now: "God is so good, don't you just love Him? The high you get off Him. Ain't nothing like it."

I'm going to break my boot off in someone's ass today. I just know it. 9:43 in the morning and she's starting with her shit already. I can't deal with this. Not today.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not anti-religion. Anyone who knows me well, knows that I have a great deal of respect for religion and that I am a fairly religious person. I just have different opinions about what's right for /me./ Hence, all of my stories of Baron and the other lwa. Religion is one of my favourite things to discuss and debate and to pour over.

However, the WORKPLACE is not the place to fucking prostelitize (spelling?). I have no desire to hear some skewed version of the Bible while I'm trying to get my day's work done. This isn't a place to witness. This isn't the time to fucking evangelise.

Great.
She's fucking singing again.

*stomp stomp stomp*

I don't want to start trouble in this department. I don't want to be the person who complains about feeling uncomfortable or offended. I'm not the type of person who finds offense in the smallest mention of a mainstream religion like Christianity. But, I can't deal with this for much longer. I can't.

>:O

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The Procedure

[crankydaddy.livejournal.com]

First you type up a statement to be signed by the offending party, Making sure to use polite but firm language showing your respect for the religion and your own rights. Pop it by a supervisor, ask thoughtful questions how to resolve this without blowing productivity. Be especially vocal about not causing a scene and simply wanting to do your best for the company.

After this preparation, visit the person in question. In humble tones (an quiet enough for no one else to overhear)ask them more about their religion due to an 'overwhelming sense' ot rightness as of late.

As they take your hand or arm (as they tend to do) Plant the most convenient limb in their mush. Yelling "Are you crazy! My God they're calling me a spawn of Satan! Their trying to convert me with ridicule!" If they thrash about a bit, all the better, you can plant a few kicks also.

For the more passive crowd, record all conversations for later playback in public with prepared professional liturgical criticism. Cupcakes to be handed out after-wards.


*Got to get a bloody set of icons, being blank stinks*