I'm awesome. There's no getting around it.
And the best part about being awesome is being able to run around and say "I'm awesome. There's no getting around it" I may sue the writers of 'Chuck' for stealing my identity.
However one of the bummer parts of being awesome is having to look down on those that aren't so awesome in pity and watch as they self destruct; crashing into the rocks on the shores of life because of unawesome navigation on their part.
I have a co worker who is completely and totally unawesome and this is my rant for the day
Everything about him is unawesome. At work we often perform procedures to improve the responsiveness of cable plants. Nicole and I hammer out the directions for these procedures until just about anyone that can read and can pilot a qwerty keyboard can do them.
But you can't fix stupid.
In a room full of highly skilled and well trained computer engineers I've heard the following questions uttered by this co-worker;
"What does CD stand for?"
"How do you FTP?"
"Do I have to follow all of the steps in these instructions?"
Probably the most unawesome thing is the fact that this 'person' can't be bothered to show up on time. In the past 2 weeks he's shown up on time 3 times, and since there's no shift overlap his selfish lazy unawesomeness causes the previous shift to have to wait for his stupid ass to show up. And I don't mean 1 or 2 minutes, I'm talking nearly 30 minutes - Constantly.
As for job skillz - he ain't got 'em. We're doing some very easy but very important upgrades to our systems and he has yet to do one successfully. It's not like it's hard work... transfer a file, check the health of the system, run the install, check the health of the system then update the support log. He's had to get help doing each step every time he's done it.
Simple directions confuse him. He's got a list of people to call if he has a problem, the problem is that he doesn't call them, he calls his bosses boss
...and he likes to pick on women. He's not stupid about it, there's 3 women who will put it right back in his face, he knew 2 of them will so he doesn't speak to them, one he misidentified and she nearly ripped his throat out, but the others he gets in their face and he's a big guy too.
...and he goes through desks. I left him a little 'love note' in my desk drawer letting him know what I'd do if I caught him going through my desk, and you know what? I bet you that he's dumb enough to ask me what 'eviscerate' means.
Oh well. 24 hours to the National Tea Party!