I have nothing to say
Really, nothing... My brain is totally fried from this torture I call a job.
Sometimes I wonder if people actually care about what they do. I mean, really, if I had a bunch of teenagers working for me I would expect their GAFF to be low, but I don't. Most are from 30 to 50 and it seems to make no difference to them if they do things right or not. Or if the company profits or not. No profit, no job... Hello!
What is really shocking is the number of people the screw stuff up (believe me, it was hard not to put the word I really wanted to use in there) and yet agree that things are screwed up. Like they played no part in it. No... These people are different from the people who are oblivious to the fact that they suck, at least they are too daft to realize there is a problem.
It amazes me the extent that people will out of their way to screw things up. Work half as hard to do it right... No way, let's F it all up instead.
I try to be patient, but I can feel a serious Vesuvius coming, real soon.
If there is one thing I can not stand is an idiot.
2 Comments:
Understood all too well. I hear the lake calling you this weekend. What about a Blizzard and Air Hockey? Oh wait, that's me.
3:58 PM
Do not go all Vesuvian, kiddo. Your sister actually has a good idea. Stress relief, buddy. Go have a blizzard. What in the world is air hockey?
10:00 PM
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