Out on the road today, I saw a deadhead sticker on a cadillac...
*bites the head off of a bat and spits it out*
GRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH! There. Now I have that out of my system. Well, not quite. I suppose I should explain. So today, I'm working, and they pull most of the employees off of the floor for a benefits meeting. Now, in this benefits meeting, they're going over each and every little tedious detail, and I'm practically falling asleep. So I'm filling my stuff out, and the guy next to me is trying to get my input on what kind of life insurance/vision/stock option coverage he should get. So I get a little peeved and tell him that he reminded me of the kids in fucking math class who, when in a group, always ask the "smart kid" for what answer they should give. Well, the lady giving the presentation (this was after the meeting) heard me say the word and said in the snobbiest I'm-looking-down-my-nose-at-you kind of tone "Excuuuse me?". I apologized and everything, but I really wasn't fucking sorry. I just felt anger towards the company and a bit towards myself. You see, I failed to realize that I shouldn't have been swearing. However, since this new company is taking over, they've instated that there will be no swearing in the warehouse. A WAREHOUSE. We never have ANY customers in here, so it's only to satisfy their Southern Baptist bullshit vanity that we have to refrain. They're all from fucking texas, and they're all huge fucking catholics. I can't stand having morality shoved down my throat from anyone, especially when they're saying that if I don't show signs of conformity to their morals, they have the right to write me up or possibly firing me. I think that's just wrong. Maybe they're afraid that Jesus will hear us. *shrug* I dunno. Fuckers.
GRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH! There. Now I have that out of my system. Well, not quite. I suppose I should explain. So today, I'm working, and they pull most of the employees off of the floor for a benefits meeting. Now, in this benefits meeting, they're going over each and every little tedious detail, and I'm practically falling asleep. So I'm filling my stuff out, and the guy next to me is trying to get my input on what kind of life insurance/vision/stock option coverage he should get. So I get a little peeved and tell him that he reminded me of the kids in fucking math class who, when in a group, always ask the "smart kid" for what answer they should give. Well, the lady giving the presentation (this was after the meeting) heard me say the word and said in the snobbiest I'm-looking-down-my-nose-at-you kind of tone "Excuuuse me?". I apologized and everything, but I really wasn't fucking sorry. I just felt anger towards the company and a bit towards myself. You see, I failed to realize that I shouldn't have been swearing. However, since this new company is taking over, they've instated that there will be no swearing in the warehouse. A WAREHOUSE. We never have ANY customers in here, so it's only to satisfy their Southern Baptist bullshit vanity that we have to refrain. They're all from fucking texas, and they're all huge fucking catholics. I can't stand having morality shoved down my throat from anyone, especially when they're saying that if I don't show signs of conformity to their morals, they have the right to write me up or possibly firing me. I think that's just wrong. Maybe they're afraid that Jesus will hear us. *shrug* I dunno. Fuckers.