We sat down at a very well presented table, she was clearly a wonderful and very organised hostess! We told her how beautiful the food looked, and she beamed with confidence. I love making people feel good and had complimented her house, her clothes, her garden – it was a lovely cosy home. As we gathered the utensils to eat, I proceeded to pick up the pepper (as I loooovvvee seasoning with pepper). As I did so, she suddenly looked like a demon. Her eyes grew large. The laughter and jovial atmosphere disappeared as we all saw her face or anger. Her husband showed panic, as though he expected it but also was frightened.
While I was on my surgery rotation in medical school the chief resident sent me down to the library to get a medical test book prior to making rounds. As I got back I heard the chief of surgery ask”Where’s Sonja?” and the other medical student who knew the chief had sent me for the book said “Oh she’s probably goofing off, you know how girls are.” I dropped the book and he turned around and all 123 lbs of me went into rage mode and with one hand on his neck and the other on his chest I threw him up against the wall and pinned him and said “You knew damn well I was sent down to the library to get that book.
If you want to look good, look good by being good, not by trying to make someone else look bad.” Chief resident rescued him and chief of surgery clapped his hands in appreciation and picked up the book and then pretended nothing had happened. It went all through the hospital that the skinny girl pinned the much bigger guy and he was the laughing stock for quite a while. Extreme rage can make you very strong. One night I was looking out my bathroom window and I saw my neighbor in her bathroom, holding her hairbrush, singing and dancing in front of the mirror. I couldn’t stop looking when she started to primp and pose. I finally quit looking, scared that she might catch me watching. It was really entertaining, though.
He started accusing me being this James Smith and ignoring his calls. I tried to convince him for a few minutes but after realizing I am getting nowhere, I told him I can not spend any more time with him on the phone and hung up. Phone rang immediately and I did not answer. A couple or may be 3 days later, he was on the phone and we went through the same rigmarole, “James Smith is not here” “I don’t know who he is”. “Nobody around me knows neither”. This time he started threatening me with contacting my employer and getting me fired etc. I said, “Go ahead and do whatever you can as I have no idea who you are and you have no idea who I am”. The next day it went into me being an asshole for not paying my debt and a lot of other invectives.
At this point I recorded his phone number, his name, his company name and everything I possibly can and went to my HR department and filed a complaint and asked my desk number to be changed. They immediately contacted legal and company attorneys got involved and the phone calls stopped without having to change my desk phone number. This happened at my first workplace in the US. I did not even know you could buy small stuff like computers on credit. I thought credit was for things like home mortgages or cars.
She glared at me with wide eyes and said “you know it’s disgustingly rude to put pepper on your food before you’ve even tasted it.” And continued to stare at me. Silence from the men. Shockingly enough, after this day, every other weekend they would invite us down to their house for dinner. It always started the same. A lovely, jovial time. I would start to relax and doted on her, showering her with compliments. Her husband did whatever she asked. We went along with what she wanted to do always.