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[Jan. 15th, 2008|08:19 pm] |
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This actually comes as a surprise. A pleasant one, in fact. Since I haven't been back here in a good two years, I was afraid that the moderators here may have deleted my account. Surprisingly, I learned otherwise.
Now that the dust has been blown off the cover of this Never Ending Story type journal, it's time to attempt to update you guys with everything that's been going in my life for the past two years in a matter of mere paragraphs. Impossible? Hardly. Difficult? Perhaps. But, I'll give almost anything a shot if it proves productive for either a tear, a chuckle, or both.
Okay, 2006--or the ass end of it-- really was NOT my best year at all. Sure, I'd gotten into that Mecca of job opportunities known as Fed Ex--or so I thought--but it wasn't the bed of roses that I thought it was going to be. Oh no, it never is. In fact, as time moved on, I learned that it was the exact opposite; WORSE than my previous job! Because I'd had the misfortune of working retail for the better part of my entire employment history, I'd already been well acquainted with how evil and disgusting the human race as a whole can be to their fellow man. This was ESPECIALLY true if said fellow man came equipped with a stupid looking uniform, and concentration camp tattoo--WHOOPS, I mean, name badge.
Working in a place like that? Well...let's just say that it only further magnified and supported the truths behind this law. It was pure hell. I dealt with almost everything that someone with an already fragile psyche could barely handle without cracking up and burning the fucking place down. (Remember that stapler guy from Office Space? Yeah, kinda like that.) It ranged from some hick bastard down south whining because he was dumb enough to choose the wrong service to get his medicine here, to the obnoxious, constantly angry New Yorker, wondering why his whore daughter doesn't have her cell phone...like I was the one driving the fucking truck.
The long and short of it: Giving a bunch of yuppies, rich snobs, and desperate [corporate] monkeys the option to call you, the innocent bystander, only made things much...much worse.
But at first, I figured, "Sure, this is no problem! Bullshit comes with EVERY job! For fuck's sake, I worked at Office Depot for 3 years, I've dealt with the ignorant trash also known as human beings. What's the WORST that could happen?"
I should never have formulated that thought. To this day, there are still philosophical bruises on my ass from kicking myself constantly.
But, let's exit the Fantasy Zone (Copyright 1986, SEGA Enterprises, LTD) for a sec, and return to that drudgingly horrid state of existence known to many as reality. Things for the most part were stable, the pay was good, I had off weekends, the whole kabob. Only problem...rather the fucking PLETHORA of problems were:
1) Poor, nigh non-existent Training.
2) Complete and total disorganization from the Higher fuck-ups.
3) Deluding the newbies into thinking they're doing an AWESOME job, when in fact the fuck-ups only get progressively worse.
4) Assuming that in a short span of 4 weeks, we can understand every fucking thing in a book that takes easily 6 months to fully read, process, digest, and understand--OH WAIT!! It turns out that BEFORE those sacks of shit started to bring on the temps, a lot of employees there were originally TENURED FROM THE FUCKING WORD GO, and THEY had the full 6 months to understand everything! For all wondering, this bit of information came from one of the few people I actually liked.
I think you get the gist of my argument. I had to deal with all the usual corporate ignorance and nonsense, and I was pretty much the one getting dumped on from all sides because of it. But the pay was great, amirite?
Whatever...
Y'know, let's just allude back to the harsh, cruel mistress that is oft known as reality. On the morning of 11/08/06, said reality, in collaboration with an equally cruel twist of fate, dealt me one of the most CRUSHING, CRIPPLING blows in my life.
A near fatal car accident...one that I almost died in, and judging by how I was feeling at the time...felt that I should have. I mean, seriously, I lost EVERYTHING. My way around, my freedom, my money, just...everything...gone in a split second, on that dreary, rainy Thursday morning.
The funny thing is, the shit eating government worms that are my parents really showed their true colors then. It's like they wanted me to die, but they were cheated last minute. Especially that bitch of a mother I have to deal with. Her verbal feces, I'm used to, but what my FATHER was the real shocker. This fucking bastard had the nerve to say that I don't have anything worth living for, or anything to look forward to. I told him that I did, and he just shrugged it off as a stupid, distant dream. (Most of you guys know what my ultimate aim is, but if not, feel free to ask.)
I mean, this is just how bad this shit was. Here I am, bloody, scars and cuts all over me, shards of glass in my body, and you want to know what my fetid cunt of a mother said?
"You'd better find another job."
Like the shit was MY FUCKING FAULT!!
Not even a fucking SHRED of Goddamn compassion. That's fine. See if I ever come to YOUR funeral, you fucking miserable dog. You OR your fucking worthless worm of a husband.
Well, anyway, things only--yeah, you got it--continued to fall further into decay. I'd lost damn near everything, and I was stuck in this miserable fucking commode of a job where I was FORCED to put on this incredibly stupid cheerful front. Not really a psychologically favorable combination. Apparently, the higher fuck-ups didn't get the memo that I had been involved in a LIFE THREATENING car accident in which I lost almost everything, and thus, wasn't really in the best of moods because of it.
Subsequently, said mood got my assignment at FedEx terminated. Unable to take the utter stupidity of the nit-witted, racist clientele that those Fedex assholes constantly deal with, I called one a bitch after she hung up...but it was deservedly so, though. She was dumb enough NOT to follow rules for a certain pickup, so we couldn't do anything for her. Lo and behold, ANOTHER bitch was all like, "No, Jared!! You can't do that!! you can't have that attitude!"
My would have been response to this tell-tale co-worker: Oh, please, go die in a luau, you fucking pig.
It was only a few minutes after the fact that I was talked to by, lemme see...a good...3 ADMINISTRATIVE PARTIES ABOUT THIS!!! I mean, FUCK, I ALREADY GOT THE GODDAMN MESSAGE FROM ONE!!! Why the fucking retrial?!
Well, a few days, broken chairs, near broken monitors later, I was then officially let go.
Thank GOD!! I'll GLADLY take being fired over staying in that shithole.
Well, this is part ONE of my rant. Part two will come tomorrow, depending on how I feel.
Have a good read, folks. Sorry if any of this darkened up your doorstep. |
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