E-Mails from Satan's Daughter

By D. Alexander Holiday

Monsters. We all have them around us in one form or another,
from the little bully in the schoolyard or the bigger bully
next door or the bully at work and on the street. Some of our
monsters appear to us as our parents or other guardians or adults
and some are other siblings and strangers. These monsters can be quite
real, they can be touched, seen, and heard. They haunt us during the
day and they come to bed with us when we are ready to go to sleep.
Some of these monsters are created for us by television, magazines, and
comic books, monsters like the Alien creature that was always after
Sigourney Weavers character Ripley, or the things in the cavernous
hell-like holes in The Descent (1 and 2) movies.
Monsters, whether they be the Power Ranger variety or some creature
out of a really good horror novel or movie, comic or the heart pulsing
kind, and either human or imaginary, these creatures leave their scars
behindif you can survive their brutality.
Mr. Holiday would like you to turn the pages and meet a few of his
monstersone in particular being.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jul 25, 2011
• ISBN: 9781462881963

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E-mails from

Satan’s Daughter

D. Alexander Holiday

Copyright © 2011 by D. Alexander Holiday.

Cover concept by the author and Xlibris

Song lyrics for Crabs in the Barrel and I Don’t Wanna Grow Up are provided to the author courtesy of Thomas Tommy Angelo. This is copyrighted material. All rights reserved.

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Contents...

As a means of introduction . . .

The E-mails . . .

A few poems . . .and even some lyrics

Holiday In Oz. . . a fragment

If an epilogue were needed for all of this . . . 

As a means of introduction . . .

I offer the following article which was written and posted on the web at a site that I am featured at shortly following a bullying incident in the workplace. Keep in mind that I saw and experienced both physical abuse and that brand of abuse from bullies (one of my foster mothers in particular), the emotional/psychological brand and it was intense. And, even though I was crippled at a young age, I have to honestly say that I was never bullied by other kids around me in grade school, junior high school, high school or college. The bullying did not rear its ugly head again until I went into the workforce and saw these new older bullies in the positions of managers and supervisors, individuals who were for the most part insecure, uneducated (most certainly had less education than I did), and even more than a little racist, prejudice, or discriminatory in their interactions with me and others. One of my earlier bullies was even disabled himself and had gained the infamous reputation for being quite the bully, mostly against his female coworkers. My own bullies were male and female and in my own separate case, my bullies were all white individuals. I’m just saying . . . .

My affectionate name for my current bully will be, for the most part, Satan’s Daughter and this moniker was not too difficult to arrive at once I hit on the idea of doing another book and primarily triggered by an offensive but ideal e-mail sent to me. This is also my first opportunity of doing a horror book, primarily about my bully, the other monsters in my life, and the environment that is fostering and condoning this behavior of bullying.

Oh yeah. If the reader is wondering if this book is an act of revenge . . . , yeah it is. You see, one of the things that my bullies said to me was that I was not to write group e-mails, e-mails that I wrote to others on staff (and either cc’d and in some instances bcc’d others not on staff) and brought them all in on the shenanigans going on between me and my bully (it was all part of the tactic that I use when dealing with this type of individual because the last thing a bully, or bullies, wants is for others to know what’s going on), so what I do/did instead was, because I am a writer, I wrote poems and other pieces and I put them in my books and posted them on the web for even more people to see, people outside of the workplace . . . , from around the damn world to see (and in some cases to comment on). So, because of all the bullying, we have progressed from poems and postings on the web to full books . . . and my bullies have appeared in all of my books thus far.

So read on . . . .

Me and My Bully: A Kind of Essay

Whew! It is February 19th, 2010 and two days ago I think I brought my bully down. I say I think I did this because with bullies, those that are not jailed or killed because of their behavior, they just keep up the behavior until one or the other (jail or death) occurs.

Have you ever been bullied?

What exactly is bullying, you might ask?

In short, it is not very nice behavior . . . , on the part of the bully, of course.

Let me attempt to address a few things here; what bullying is, how I found myself in a bullying situation (I was/am being bullied, not bullying) and the things I did to address and try to bring down my bully).

What is bullying? Simply put, someone picks on someone else. The bully can be male or female and their subjects/victims/targets can be the same sex or members of the opposite sex. One bully can have one or a multiple of targets. Multiple bullies can have one or a multiple of targets. Got it? It’s already a little ugly and stressful in this simple explanation, huh. The school-yard bully [ies] quickly comes to mind, with their, Give me your lunch money, kid, exclamations and hanging around just to harass students and sometimes even faculty, until it usually leads to parents and police and jail time and, if severe enough, someone’s death or serious injury. Bullying is ugly and it oftentimes leads to a whole lot of people being involved. And, keep in mind, that’s just the school bully [ies].

The other type of bully is often found in the workplace (aside from inside the home and between family members or neighbors, etc.). The workplace bully is usually someone in a supervisory capacity, someone with some power over another, but it also goes the other way. It can get complicated (and I strongly suggest that if you’re being bullied, read the literature. If you’re a bully all I can say is where is a terrorist when I need one with an airplane to crash into a building filled with all the bullies of the world . . .)? Back to this later.

Bully in the workplace. Right. My immediate supervisor, initials S-B-K, is a bully. I have no shame in indicating my bully’s initials. I could do worse. Let’s leave it at that. In the workplace, similar to the playground or elsewhere, this bullying can begin in a variety of manners; verbally, with cussing, threatening language, even sexual harassment, rumors, and the like. It can also begin with something as subtle as a poor evaluation, which happened to me. I am not lying when I say that despite the fact that I am a state worker and all the shame that comes with being one, I am a good state worker in that, knock wood, I have not missed a day out sick in nearly nine years; I keep an excellent time sheet (I don’t abuse time with lateness or excessive call-offs, etc.); I enjoy doing my job; I get along rather well with other staff members (except my bully, of course); and I am, I think, well liked and respected by staff (except the bully) and others in the building. That said, all of the above are oftentimes areas that the bully goes after when they are fully engaged in the act of bullying.

Remember, too, the clinical people will say that the typical bully is someone who was bullied in the past, blah, blah, blah, and I don’t hold that position so easily. I, simply, believe that most bullies are just pricks and assholes with too much time on their hands, are very undereducated (what with spending so much time in schoolyards punking others for lunch money instead of reading textbooks and getting assistance with exams, or learning to read and write). So, I don’t care if my immediate supervisor (again, the initials are S-B-K) and bully was teased and picked on when younger and even more uglier than now (and definitely more ignorant than now . . . , if that’s even possible), I want this person in the same building with the others when the planes come . . . .

So, a poor evaluation, riddled with lies and falsehoods and inaccuracies, was the indicator, to me, that I had just stepped into a bully’s domain. This person, initials people, initials . . . , conducted this [poor] evaluation session on the floor in earshot of others; told me to my face that not only did [this person, with certain initials] feel this way about me, but then proceeded to name others who held the same feelings; when asked to come up with an example of my incompetence, could only grasp in the dark for a copying instance . . . . That’s right people, this bully, not finding anything concrete to hang on me, could only try to use some lame example that was connected to me copying something for the bully, said person not getting the original back the way they gave it to me, and that, somehow, I have done this in the past numerous times . . . . I was dumbfounded. I don’t know how many copies I have made over the years, but you will just have to take my word that, well, making copies . . . , a trained monkey . . . , even an untrained one could do copies blindfolded. But, this is something a bully does, tries to undermine their target, attack competence, intelligence, reputation, and so on.

Finding myself in a bullying atmosphere. This was not my first bully. The very person that my bully took over after the previous one retired, was also a bully. So, my bully, initials S-B-K, was, in turn, trained by a previous bully, initials L-B (diagnosed with cancer shortly afterwards and before some of you are quick to go, Ah, poor thing . . . , I was glad of the news and if that other bully is still alive, that person gets a chair in the building soon to be wiped out with an airplane).

Back to my bully.

It was clear to me, from a poor evaluation, when as I stood up for myself against lies and challenged the lame copying example (at which time the bully, of course, said I have ‘attitude"), that I had a new bully. And it did not phase my new bully when I hinted to this new one that I dealt with the previous one, mentioning that other bully by name, no initials (L-B, with cancer). New bully must have saw that as a challenge of some sort. Idiot. My new bully is an idiot. So be it.

The steps I took to bring down my [idiot] bully. If I sensed, almost immediately, that I had another bully on my hands, because I already had a previous one and survived that creep (whose bullying got so bad that that person had the audacity to say to me, in the presence of others, that I needed to clean up the cubicle of another sloppy worker and I had to say in the presence of others that I was nobody’s damn slave), I immediately knew that my previous skills, tactics, and training would have to