Cantankerous

OK, so I've gotten to be pretty hard core in my 30s. Now, most of you know that I've always been pretty easy-going, often a pushover, occasionally just a downright pansy. In the past when people have gotten on my nerves or even insulted me, I would just roll over and complain to others. No longer! Badass Adam is here!!

So recently, this unpleasant person that I work with went behind my back and did something unacceptable and unprofessional involving students on my wardrobe crew. Now, if she had been rude to me, I probably would have let it blow over, but DO. NOT. FUCK. WITH. MY. WARDROBE. CREW. So with the feedback and advice of two of my colleagues who have known how this person is (this is apparently a pattern in her behavior), suggested that I write an e-mail and tell her what's what. I did. She whined to the department chair, and wrote back saying I was nasty to accuse her of inappropriate behavior, and so one of my colleagues wrote her and reamed her to back me up. Point is, the students I was defending were willing to dismiss it, because everyone knows this person is horrible and people just let it go. I however, pursued it and made it clear that this kind of behavior is NOT ACCEPTABLE just because everyone else has let it go. So now this person has been told quite clearly that no one supports her but they damn sure got my back. It's nice to have the experience of finally standing up to someone and having an entire group of people who've only known me a few months rally around me in support.

Meanwhile, an old friend recently got in touch with me. He immediately put all the focus of the conversation into getting him hooked up with someone he used to be interested in that I was still in touch with. Well, then he sent her some e-mails that were so forward that she got really freaked out, all the time, calling me like 20 times over the weekend. Needless to say, that kinda freaked me out too, especially since many reading this know how much I hate the phone to begin with. Anyway, instead of just letting it go, I told him to fuck off and not contact either of us again. Harsh? Yes. But I'm sorry, I just don't have time for people and their freaky shit anymore. I could have told him that she was not interested and continued to be a little weirded out every time I talked to him, but I just don't care about putting up with weird shit anymore. I've got plenty of friends who don't get pissed off and call incessantly for hours when I can't answer the phone.

Moral of the story? Yes, I'll still put up with a lot of shit, but DO NOT fuck with my friends or my students. Because Pansy-Ass Adam has been replaced by a 30-year-old, terminally single, badass mother-fucker, who will not put up with it. Welcome to the new Adam.