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I cuss, but I dont do it to fit in, or to appear tough or whatever. It's plainly a part of my 'colorful' vocabulary. For somethings there's just no easier way to describe it.
Swearing for me is more or less a remnant of a past life.
I do know when to refrain from it, and where it is acceptable.
I refrain from it when I am in church, lest the Lord Jesus Christ strike me down with a bolt of lightning.
When I am at work, I refrain from it when I am in a serious conversation with my bosses.
With the exception of when I was having an episode and somewhat coherent and my boss and my manager were both trying to have a discussion with me.
L---: You can't go back out there, your sick.
Me: I don't care, I just need to work.
R-----: Why do you not care?
Me: Because I am one fuck-up after the other.
R-----: Don't use that language please.
Me: Why the fuck not?
R-----: Your last warning or this conversation is over.
Not completely inexscusable, but then again it wasnt a great situation either. (I had just *barely* hobbled from my workstation to the breakroom, with a ghostly complexion, a lost look in my eyes, and a weakness I was barely able to overcome. In other words, I nearly hit the floor in front of my bosses while I was trying to hide the fact that I was sick and I was trying NOT to get sent home.)
Swearing for me is more or less a remnant of a past life.
I do know when to refrain from it, and where it is acceptable.
I refrain from it when I am in church, lest the Lord Jesus Christ strike me down with a bolt of lightning.
When I am at work, I refrain from it when I am in a serious conversation with my bosses.
With the exception of when I was having an episode and somewhat coherent and my boss and my manager were both trying to have a discussion with me.
L---: You can't go back out there, your sick.
Me: I don't care, I just need to work.
R-----: Why do you not care?
Me: Because I am one fuck-up after the other.
R-----: Don't use that language please.
Me: Why the fuck not?
R-----: Your last warning or this conversation is over.
Not completely inexscusable, but then again it wasnt a great situation either. (I had just *barely* hobbled from my workstation to the breakroom, with a ghostly complexion, a lost look in my eyes, and a weakness I was barely able to overcome. In other words, I nearly hit the floor in front of my bosses while I was trying to hide the fact that I was sick and I was trying NOT to get sent home.)