Dropping down a level....
Far be it from me to ever judge anyone by there shape, size, or level of stupidity. I try to be humble and look at as many points of view as possible to every situation. I also try not to talk shit....but thanks to my current mindset...I'm afraid I have no choice. Besides, I think this post is gonna provide ample amounts of personal satisfaction.
If you're gonna attempt to start shit with me while the gloomy cloud of death is hanging over my head...you're gonna have to bring your *A* game.
There are only so many times that my boss can blatantly contradict himself before I crack...and point that shit out, even knowing full well that his god complex automatically kicks into high gear when he's told that he's wrong.
And so the battle begins....
I'm not gonna go into the details considering it's all work related bullshit...but I think the screaming was heard 3 towns over.
Now he's screaming at me because it's all he can think to do when he's been proven wrong...backpeddling like hell and tripping over his words.
If you're gonna bring it, at least try to match the correct nouns with their corresponding verbs. Meaning, if you're trying like hell to climb out of the hole that you've just dug for yourself, and you come out with the line "you can't do it the same time all the way". It's time to just shut up and admit defeat. Not to mention, that when your vocabulary only consists of approximately 10 words, most of them being various forms of the word *fuck*, you really have no right to call me an idiot. In fact, when you walk through the shop and CHANGE everything that says *special*...to *speacal* because you thought *we* spelled it wrong...hell, you don't have the right to call *anybody* an idiot!!!
So yeah....I realize that everyone has a different level of intelligence. I'm not the smartest person in the world by any means, and therefore I try not to judge people because they're stupid. BUT DAMN!!!! I *need* this job, but it's becoming more and more evident just how badly I *need* to finish school. I don't know how much longer I can work with this monkey!!! I can't stay mad at him cuz I know he has a chemical imbalance and his medication just isn't working for him anymore. And I guarantee that he'll kiss my ass all day tomorrow. I bet he even buys my coffee!! I just know that eventually I'm gonna snap and just fall down laughing in his face. That might make him explode. :D
If you're gonna attempt to start shit with me while the gloomy cloud of death is hanging over my head...you're gonna have to bring your *A* game.
There are only so many times that my boss can blatantly contradict himself before I crack...and point that shit out, even knowing full well that his god complex automatically kicks into high gear when he's told that he's wrong.
And so the battle begins....
I'm not gonna go into the details considering it's all work related bullshit...but I think the screaming was heard 3 towns over.
Now he's screaming at me because it's all he can think to do when he's been proven wrong...backpeddling like hell and tripping over his words.
If you're gonna bring it, at least try to match the correct nouns with their corresponding verbs. Meaning, if you're trying like hell to climb out of the hole that you've just dug for yourself, and you come out with the line "you can't do it the same time all the way". It's time to just shut up and admit defeat. Not to mention, that when your vocabulary only consists of approximately 10 words, most of them being various forms of the word *fuck*, you really have no right to call me an idiot. In fact, when you walk through the shop and CHANGE everything that says *special*...to *speacal* because you thought *we* spelled it wrong...hell, you don't have the right to call *anybody* an idiot!!!
So yeah....I realize that everyone has a different level of intelligence. I'm not the smartest person in the world by any means, and therefore I try not to judge people because they're stupid. BUT DAMN!!!! I *need* this job, but it's becoming more and more evident just how badly I *need* to finish school. I don't know how much longer I can work with this monkey!!! I can't stay mad at him cuz I know he has a chemical imbalance and his medication just isn't working for him anymore. And I guarantee that he'll kiss my ass all day tomorrow. I bet he even buys my coffee!! I just know that eventually I'm gonna snap and just fall down laughing in his face. That might make him explode. :D