To Tsunami
Thoughts directed at Tsunami, but he never reads livejournals, so I don't feel at all like I'm getting the last word in, just getting it all out.
Okay, so I chose to work out a couple more days for Gina, the nice manager who hired me and then I slapped her in the face by leaving her hanging and joining the Army. Those are weekdays, and you work too. All day. I mean, if you don't, then it should be cool that we can hang out for the week after New Year's, even if you're going to Las Vegas for the weekend for a conference for your job. But if it's not cool, I understand too. I mean, I know my job doesn't mean shit compared to yours, running a call center, reuniting the families of the Gulf Coast. Nobody cares if a few less people have their picture taken at the mall. But I'm not doing it for them, I'm doing it for her because I said I would. If you really can't see how that compares, even in the least little bit, the tiniest resemblance of some kind of personal responsibility, even if you squint, then that's okay too. It sounds stupid to me too, but at least you don't have to live with this contradiction in your brain.
I forgot that you're actually the manager of that call center, so it has to be manned 24/7 by somebody. I also forgot that you said you were going to Las Vegas for a conference on the only weekend that isn't New Year's between now and when I leave. I forget a lot of things. Just don't go blaming me because they moved the party to New Year's. That's all I ask.
I really hope that it feels good every time you throw something in my face. I sincerely do. Because they hit me exactly as hard as they're designed. You dash my hopes quite expertly, sir. Go ahead and enjoy it. It makes it easier for me to do what I'm going to do on January 11th. Those barbs, and your ability to use the "Whatever." sentence seven times in a single conversation in which all I'm trying to do is express my dismay that you can't have off New Year's Day, or have off New Year's Eve, or have off a weekend, or have off a New Year's holiday which falls entirely within a weekend, and then I try to apologize for being a dumb shit for not having seen it all sooner; all these things make it harder for me to reverse myself to Gina and make a decision more palatable to you, and easier for me to leave. If it was your intention all along to make it easier for me, then I say "Well played, sir." If it was not, then you might want to reconsider your strategy of offensive attack in dealing with friends. I know I'm certainly reconsidering my strategy of supplication, since it's [sarcasm] worked so fucking swimmingly so far [/sarcasm].
In conclusion, Merry Fucking Christmas, pal.
P.S. When I said there's a difference between working for the Army and working for a cell phone company, I was not saying that I was any better than you. I only wish I had the capability and committment to do work as important as yours. I only meant it in regard to your comment about taking weekends off. People in the Army generally don't take weekends off. This much is widely known. It is not, however, widely known that people who work for cell phone companies have to work outrageous on-call hours. Clearly this ties in with the fact that I forgot you don't just "work for a cell phone company", but you run a call center that must be staffed 24/7. You probably didn't see that because you were busy being mad at me. That's okay, it's on me for forgetting anyway. Just wanted to clear that up.
Okay, so I chose to work out a couple more days for Gina, the nice manager who hired me and then I slapped her in the face by leaving her hanging and joining the Army. Those are weekdays, and you work too. All day. I mean, if you don't, then it should be cool that we can hang out for the week after New Year's, even if you're going to Las Vegas for the weekend for a conference for your job. But if it's not cool, I understand too. I mean, I know my job doesn't mean shit compared to yours, running a call center, reuniting the families of the Gulf Coast. Nobody cares if a few less people have their picture taken at the mall. But I'm not doing it for them, I'm doing it for her because I said I would. If you really can't see how that compares, even in the least little bit, the tiniest resemblance of some kind of personal responsibility, even if you squint, then that's okay too. It sounds stupid to me too, but at least you don't have to live with this contradiction in your brain.
I forgot that you're actually the manager of that call center, so it has to be manned 24/7 by somebody. I also forgot that you said you were going to Las Vegas for a conference on the only weekend that isn't New Year's between now and when I leave. I forget a lot of things. Just don't go blaming me because they moved the party to New Year's. That's all I ask.
I really hope that it feels good every time you throw something in my face. I sincerely do. Because they hit me exactly as hard as they're designed. You dash my hopes quite expertly, sir. Go ahead and enjoy it. It makes it easier for me to do what I'm going to do on January 11th. Those barbs, and your ability to use the "Whatever." sentence seven times in a single conversation in which all I'm trying to do is express my dismay that you can't have off New Year's Day, or have off New Year's Eve, or have off a weekend, or have off a New Year's holiday which falls entirely within a weekend, and then I try to apologize for being a dumb shit for not having seen it all sooner; all these things make it harder for me to reverse myself to Gina and make a decision more palatable to you, and easier for me to leave. If it was your intention all along to make it easier for me, then I say "Well played, sir." If it was not, then you might want to reconsider your strategy of offensive attack in dealing with friends. I know I'm certainly reconsidering my strategy of supplication, since it's [sarcasm] worked so fucking swimmingly so far [/sarcasm].
In conclusion, Merry Fucking Christmas, pal.
P.S. When I said there's a difference between working for the Army and working for a cell phone company, I was not saying that I was any better than you. I only wish I had the capability and committment to do work as important as yours. I only meant it in regard to your comment about taking weekends off. People in the Army generally don't take weekends off. This much is widely known. It is not, however, widely known that people who work for cell phone companies have to work outrageous on-call hours. Clearly this ties in with the fact that I forgot you don't just "work for a cell phone company", but you run a call center that must be staffed 24/7. You probably didn't see that because you were busy being mad at me. That's okay, it's on me for forgetting anyway. Just wanted to clear that up.