I chewed someone out this morning. It was complete with yelling, cussing, and chasing them out the door at work.
There had been an altercation at another Y branch yesterday. It happened to be where my beloved daughter works, and she was involved. An unruly member was yelling and cussing at some kids. Eventually he also called my daughter (who was working), as well as several other staff, f-ing bitches.
This was all relayed to me by my wife before I went to bed last night. I knew exactly who the person was. So when I got to work this morning, I pulled up his account and looked at the notes. He had been banned from any and all Y's, and we are to call the police if he tries to come in again.
Well, lo and behold, about 5:30 this morning he ambles into the Y where I am working. I have had many conversations with said character. Not one of my favorite people. He is usually full of bs. However, he's always seemed harmless enough. Until... he decided to call my daughter a f-ing bitch!
I immediately told him to turn around and get out, that he'd been banned from the Y. First he said it was just the other downtown Y. I informed him otherwise. Then he tried to tell me he didn't do anything. I said the notes on his account say otherwise, and besides all that, one of the people he called a fucking bitch was my DAUGHTER! So I told him he had 2 seconds to "GET THE FUCK OUT!"
He started backing away, still denying he had done anything wrong. I followed him out the door into the hall, and on outside. He kept moving, his head down, while toting the 10 or so bags of stuff he's always carrying when he comes in to take a morning shower.
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At first I felt somewhat satisfied. I stood up to a prick who'd verbally attacked my daughter. I told him!
As the day went on though... all I can picture is him walking away with his head down...
The truth is, he has a history of criminal activity. Some of it violent, even. However, he's also not right in the head.
Now I feel kind of bad for, essentially, bullying him. I thought I was big stuff - cussing him out like that. But I wonder how many times he has experienced this. How many times has he had to walk away in shame?
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I don't know... I don't feel very good about it now. Yes, I will defend my daughter (and wife, and son) against anyone and anything. Yet, I feel I could have done so without it being at the expense of another soul.
Certainly he will not be welcome back into my facility - unless the ED declares that he can be. As for me, I hope I don't have to revisit this either.
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It's Ash Wednesday. This used to be a "big day" in my life. Lent was one of my favorite times of year. This year... whatever. I find myself saying I don't have time for such nonsense anymore. I've got life to worry about. I'm simply trying to get through each day. I can't be bothered...
But I am.
And I'm kind of glad.
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