How two fat guys manage to tear a team apart I complained to you about our work fatty more than once, and today you'll meet two more fatties that anger and depress me. It's going to be a bit longer... In Germany, there are many registered associations. People with the same hobby gather and bring their passion to a higher level, usually through voluntary work, and for the good of everyone. I also do that, and two fats do it, too. They're both brutally obese, both well into the 70s or 80s range of BMI. One of them, let's call him Dick, always was a manipulative, spineless shitbomb and the other, although fat and selfish, let's call him Hank, did his work well until the other fat sack started to manipulate him, too. Dick wants to keep his perfect image of the association intact, which means avoiding wind of change at all costs, and he already proved to go great lenghts for it (mentally, of course). This is one reason why he despises "us", those people who joined the association about a year ago. We didn't know each other before, but it quickly became clear who was who. We were proactive, we promoted change, and we didn't fit in Dick's world. Dick isn't in a position where he could freely decide things, mind you. Hank has been one of "us". To be honest, he was the first fat I've ever met who was able to pull his shit together when things were rough. He's riddled with fatlogic, an extremely difficult character and I didn't like him, don't get me wrong, but what he did for the association was good work. I was able to leave it at that and ignore the rest. Then, Dick's manipulations started and fractions formed. He wasn't able to break us - except for, goddamn, Hank. This week, we were (and are) stuck in a major crisis, and Hank stabbed us in the back right at the worst moment of all. His accusations were atrocious and dripping with self-pity. For example, he accused us of overthinking unnecessary bullshit while he, more or less, just saved all of our asses WHILE working for his employer. The thing is - he does home office and has fewer hours than me. Fuck you, I have to commute, work more hours and STILL get my association stuff done! Still, he treats us like we were some lazy assholes, sitting at home all day, smoking weed and thinking about red dresses. I called him out on that and some other things, and this is what made him snap. Since then, he quit all of his association-related tasks, wordlessly slapped dozens of unanswered customer complaints on me which I had to secretly handle while doing my regular office work. Since he quit ALL of his tasks and many of us aren't really familiar with electronic systems for booking and stuff like that, I have to take on the tasks. Not for him - but for the association, and I call upon the shitlords above for a moment of sweet revenge. Until then, I shitlord (or -lady) him by just doing the additional work, rendering him effectively obsolete. Still, I'm fucking hurt and sick of it. He behaves like a baby, spitting out snarky comments if he communicates at all and ignores objective efforts to salvage the situation.  Now, we have to move on, somehow. Thanks, FPH, for letting me write this out.