The people I work with are morons.
Mar. 13th, 2008 03:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
apocalypsosSomebody at work printed off an email they received and posted it next to the time clock. It basically looked like an email sent out by the "chief of security" of ... well, someplace in Scranton I can't recall and don't think was all that specific, saying that nobody should go to the Steamtown Mall this week because there have been threats of a shooting. Everybody else -- particularly the guy I cannot stand for a number of reasons, including imitating the laugh of the brain-damaged guy because he thinks it's funny, singing classic music badly at the top of his lungs like a temperamental toddler, and letting his machine stay off because he's too busy checking EVERY SINGLE FUCKING CD in an order for flaws -- ran around with a lot of fretting and Muppet arms all, "HOMIGOD DID YOU SEE THE EMAIL WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE."
I called bullshit. Which seemed to drive the guy I hate up a fucking wall trying to prove me wrong and ... hell, I don't know, make me feel like an idiot, I imagine. Like if he got enough people coming into work on the day shift to look at the email and flip out then oh, of COURSE the email isn't bullshit. Never mind that calling in a shooting threat is a dumb fucking maneuver by someone who actually wants to shoot someone ("Hello, Steamtown Mall? I'll be there on Saturday to shoot a bunch of people. Bring cops, and stay classy!"), never mind that Clinton's going to be in the parade and the Mall is on the parade route and the area's going to be swarming with Secret Service, and never mind that if there were really any threats of a shooting issued they'd use the local news and newspapers rather than, oh, some vague fucking email.
I love my buddy Dwayne. We disagree on a lot, especially politics, but I could count on him to show up, take one look at the email, and loudly announce to the entire gathered group from both shifts who couldn't stop yammering about it, "Anybody who believes that email is a fucking moron."
The guy I hate proceeded to cram enough frantic shouting to LOOK AT THE EMAIL HOMIGOD in the next few minutes to make both me and Dwayne want to throw something heavy at his head, like an entire spindle of CDs. Although he'd probably just catch the damn thing in midair and start inspecting every single one for flaws as if there weren't a goddamn camera in the machine for that.
Did I mention he looks exactly like Saddam Hussein? Don't you think that if you looked like a notorious dictator, you might do some thing about that? Like shave? Strangely enough, I don't think the everpresent supply of Rolling Stones tour shirts are doing much to downplay the fact that he looks like fucking Saddam Hussein.
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I still have yet to see the Top Chef premiere, so I'm going to watch it tonight before Make Me A Supermodel. As for that show, I firmly believe Ben's going home tonight. He's spent the last two weeks acting like an ass and I don't think any amount of fake fucking-Ronnie-up-against-a-wall is enough to keep him there. Not that I'm recommending he stop, of course.
Also, so it's Chelsey, Jasper, and Viv, huh? I definitely didn't expect to be here at the beginning of the season, where I'm giddy as all hell that Jasper is there (Yay! Why am I not writing sweet romantic fic about Jasper and his cute little boyfriend? Unacceptable!), only annoyed about Chelsey being there because her main purpose for the season has apparently been to tell us in every single way why she doesn't think Viv should be there, and reluctant to say I'm happy that Viv is there because she started out great and then burned out along the way, although I'm hoping a few months alone without any distractions other than the usual will help.
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I'm tired and I need to clean my apartment from top to bottom. Which sucks, because right now all I want to do is write. Hell, all I've wanted to do in the past week is write, which ... um, if you've commented or sent me an email and I haven't responded, that's probably why.
I called bullshit. Which seemed to drive the guy I hate up a fucking wall trying to prove me wrong and ... hell, I don't know, make me feel like an idiot, I imagine. Like if he got enough people coming into work on the day shift to look at the email and flip out then oh, of COURSE the email isn't bullshit. Never mind that calling in a shooting threat is a dumb fucking maneuver by someone who actually wants to shoot someone ("Hello, Steamtown Mall? I'll be there on Saturday to shoot a bunch of people. Bring cops, and stay classy!"), never mind that Clinton's going to be in the parade and the Mall is on the parade route and the area's going to be swarming with Secret Service, and never mind that if there were really any threats of a shooting issued they'd use the local news and newspapers rather than, oh, some vague fucking email.
I love my buddy Dwayne. We disagree on a lot, especially politics, but I could count on him to show up, take one look at the email, and loudly announce to the entire gathered group from both shifts who couldn't stop yammering about it, "Anybody who believes that email is a fucking moron."
The guy I hate proceeded to cram enough frantic shouting to LOOK AT THE EMAIL HOMIGOD in the next few minutes to make both me and Dwayne want to throw something heavy at his head, like an entire spindle of CDs. Although he'd probably just catch the damn thing in midair and start inspecting every single one for flaws as if there weren't a goddamn camera in the machine for that.
Did I mention he looks exactly like Saddam Hussein? Don't you think that if you looked like a notorious dictator, you might do some thing about that? Like shave? Strangely enough, I don't think the everpresent supply of Rolling Stones tour shirts are doing much to downplay the fact that he looks like fucking Saddam Hussein.
*****
I still have yet to see the Top Chef premiere, so I'm going to watch it tonight before Make Me A Supermodel. As for that show, I firmly believe Ben's going home tonight. He's spent the last two weeks acting like an ass and I don't think any amount of fake fucking-Ronnie-up-against-a-wall is enough to keep him there. Not that I'm recommending he stop, of course.
Also, so it's Chelsey, Jasper, and Viv, huh? I definitely didn't expect to be here at the beginning of the season, where I'm giddy as all hell that Jasper is there (Yay! Why am I not writing sweet romantic fic about Jasper and his cute little boyfriend? Unacceptable!), only annoyed about Chelsey being there because her main purpose for the season has apparently been to tell us in every single way why she doesn't think Viv should be there, and reluctant to say I'm happy that Viv is there because she started out great and then burned out along the way, although I'm hoping a few months alone without any distractions other than the usual will help.
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I'm tired and I need to clean my apartment from top to bottom. Which sucks, because right now all I want to do is write. Hell, all I've wanted to do in the past week is write, which ... um, if you've commented or sent me an email and I haven't responded, that's probably why.
