Where Do I Start?

I have been trying to figure something out for the longest time and I think I finally understand now. Life is not about who you know or what you do or how much you have. It's about exploiting those around you in such a way that they end up thanking you for the opportunity.

Hmm. Sounds really terrible when it just sits there in print. It made much more sense in my head.

Humans Suck

Every morning that I take the bus to work, I see the same woman get on with her four children. This might seem like no big deal but listen: this woman manages to wrangle four kids every morning and get them out the door in time to catch the bus. Four. I have a hard time getting my boyfriend out of bed, and here's this woman with her four kids getting to the bus on time every day. Geez. We have missed the bus a few times due to him meandering instead of getting his shit together. I marvel each and every time she gets on at how well behaved they are. They sit down close to her, no whining, and the older ones either read or talk quietly with her until they reach their stop. Just an absolute wonder to behold. It seems though, that my wonderment is not shared by other patrons of the bus, you know, the public transportation vehicle that everybody's taxes pay for. This is why people suck.

The woman with four kids gets ready to get off the bus. She stands up, unlocks the wheels of the stroller, and walks backwards to the front of the bus where her other two children are. We get to the stop, the two small children hop off and a very large woman tries to get on, sees the stroller, huffs, and gets off. The woman with the stroller backs off the bus and tries to move away from the door of the bus but can't. Why? BECAUSE THE OTHER WOMAN IS BLOCKING HER. Finally, the other woman gets it and moves, and stroller lady walks away with her kids. As the other woman gets on the bus, she says to the driver, loud enough for everyone including stroller lady to hear, 'People shouldn't come to this country and have so many children for everyone else to pay for.'

I'm sorry, what? Who shouldn't come to this country and have so many children? The Japanese woman with four kids whose husband sees her off before going to work? Or the very rude enormous black woman who was on her way to Wal-mart? Wow. Just. . . wow.

Let me guess, I am being racist for saying all of this because I am white, right? Let me tell you something: rude people are all the same. They are RUDE. I don't give a shit about most people because the majority of them suck and this just illustrates my point perfectly. Why is it okay for people to say things like that? I couldn't retort even though I wanted to because I was afraid of her playing the race card. People like that just wait for someone to confront them so they can say it's a hate crime. Fuck that shit and fuck that woman. She is the reason there are so many stereotypes about her culture and she does nothing to stop it.

Honestly, I don't give a shit about what anyone says. Rudeness has no colour, no race, and no sex. Rude people are all the same regardless of where they originate from. We are all immigrants in this country; each of us originally came from somewhere else and it's time people realized that and stopped being so fucking intolerant of others.

Except me. I am awesome and I don't need to tolerate other people's shit, especially if I disagree with it.

It's Over Already?

It's amazing how quickly time passes when I am not at work. Ten days just whooshed by and here I am preparing to go back to work tomorrow and face a shit-storm. Here's how it went down: the boy and I decided to go camping. We gathered our gear, bought the food and booze, rented a car, and off we went. I told everyone in my office that I would not be able to respond to any messages until we returned. Right in the middle of the trip, I get a message telling me that one of our clients did not renew their contract and would be pulling out November 9. This was not a surprise, and I was more than a little shocked to hear that the office was upset about it. These are the same clients who, for the past year or so, have not paid my company for services rendered above and beyond the scope of the contract. People in my office have been complaining that they are working for nothing, even though they still get their paycheques, and now they claim to be upset at losing the client that wasn't generating any income for the company? Maybe it's me, but I just don't see what the problem is. Not having their shit to deal with means we can focus on our clients that do pay.

More than that though, is why on earth my office thought it was a good idea to call me while on vacation to tell me this. I am, quite frankly, very surprised that I was informed while on vacation. The whole office knew that I needed time away from this shit, so why did they call me and tell me? Because they are women, that's why. It doesn't matter that I have never taken more than an extended weekend off in the past four years I have worked there. What matters is that I wasn't there and they had to deal with the shit themselves instead of shucking it onto me. So they did the next best thing: attempted to ruin my vacation. What they didn't count on though, was my bitchiness surfacing before my compassion.

It's not that I don't care about the lost client; I do. I understand that this is more of a morale issue than a dollars and cents issue and that losing a client makes your employees wary. Despite that, I ignored the call. I sent a quick message letting the office know I got their email and shut off my phone. Then we went to the beach and frolicked in the water because we were on vacation. Remember? VACATION. Geez.

My vacation was amazing, despite the obvious attempts of my office-mates to ruin it. I didn't set my alarm at all and was not woken up once by texts or facebook messages. Tomorrow, though, I go back to work. I am not looking forward to it because I am not in the right place anymore. I need a change, I need something different and although I have a plan, I know it won't be a quick and easy process. Losing this client has shown me that the company I work for might not be the best fit for me, simply because there were a few key things that could have been done to prevent them from leaving. Things that my boss should have seen and acted on and didn't. Because of that, I can safely assume that she was prepared to let this client go but wanted them to sever ties. Kind of like making your boy- or girlfriend hate you so they break up with you because you are too chicken to say the words. Not the kind of behaviour I expected from my boss, someone I used to look up to.

I am more than a little disappointed with the way this whole thing was handled. Then again, it isn't my company and I have no say in the way it is run. That being said, I certainly do not need to stay in a environment where situations such as this arise.

So Very Close

There are a lot of things that bother me. People who throw their trash on the floor of buses and subways, people who don't give their seats to a wretchedly old man/woman, and people who take their strollers on the bus first thing in the morning during rush hour. (*fist raised, shaking in anger) I think that perhaps one of the things that fills me completely and utterly with rage each time I am confronted by it is when people who are normally smart act dumb to either get out of doing something or to avoid being caught doing something they know they shouldn't have done.

I am sitting here at work trying to get shit done so I can finally go on VACATION (which I haven't done in about 3 years, fuckholes) and I am doing all I can not to punch people out. Not only did the boss' son waltz in, to check up on everybody because he is a piece of trash, but he stopped by my desk to 'have a quick chat'. I hate this guy. Seriously. He is like every other white, privileged piece of shit that watches 'Jersey Shores'. Ugh. So he wants to chat. To me. Knowing how busy I am because he knows that I am going on vacation, he starts to ask me questions about where I am going and who I am going with. After a minute or so of no response from me, he reminds me that his mom pays me. I snap my head around and say,'That's right, fuckface, YOUR MOM pays me. Now, either make yourself useful and get me a coffee or get the fuck out of my face and let me work so YOUR MOM can continue to pay your tuition.' He left without getting me coffee. Sigh. I really wanted a coffee, too.

Now, I have a bit of a temper and usually I can keep it under control. Today however, I was not in the mood to play nice with this guy because he's a waste of carbon. I have had enough of people trying to tell me what to do and make me feel bad for questioning their motives. Enough is enough. He stared at me, open-mouthed, with a look of 'you can't say things like that to me. My mom employs you'. Guess what? I can and I will because when you stand so very close behind me while I am trying to work, it's both invasive and creepy. And I am pretty sure your mom would not like that, considering that she is an advocate for women's rights. Imagine how she'd feel, knowing her prized son is actually a douche-bag who likes to try and cow women. He's done that to a few women in the office already and I refuse to put up with that shit. I have enough creepy shit in my life without dealing with that shit at work too.

I have had enough of people. This vacation cannot come soon enough.