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September 15, 2004

Job Hunting

Why is it that every time I look for a new job, one of the requirements is "likes people". What kind of fucking prejudice is that? Just because I slightly despise certain people... let's call them customers, then I should be blacklisted on the job market? Technically I don't hate all customers anyway, just the ones that whine and bitch about stupid shit, you know - 98% of them. So aside from that and the fact that the job market is utter shit I am still employed at my current location. I guess I should be happy that I still have a job, even though it is one I despise and loathe. Of course tomorrow through Sunday I am going to be working in the office, so I get to be up before 5:30 am those days. As you can tell I'm bubbling over with excitement from that shit. There is nothing I like more than getting up before the sun rises and going to work. In fact there is nothing that I would rather do than... oh wait, yes there is. Cutting my toenails with a rusty hacksaw, that would be better.

I watched the Punisher mini-series on Monday. First off, it was over 2 hours and apparently I'm not blessed enough to be left alone for two hours to enjoy a good movie because I think I got called at least 8 times during it. By the last phone call I was ready to do some punishing of my own. Normally I'm supposed to be working during these times, so who told these fuckers I was home anyway? It's like I get the call and I'm talking to this person going, ok I have this DVD on pause and he is about to shove the business end of a paper cutter into this guys skull. Can you top that, if not call me back in an hour and a half.

Of course as soon as you turn off the phone in this technology driven world everyone thinks you've been killed or something. People are like, oh my god I have tried calling you all day and you didn't answer your phone; I thought something bad may have happened. No, I was just enjoying the peace and quiet of not having the phone ring. Remember back in the old days where you could go places and nobody could get a hold of your ass and you could just enjoy the day? Now people expect you to have that cell phone sewn to your ass so you never miss a call. They don't care if you just flushed down a nasty shit at the Taco Bell, they need to talk to you. Have you ever had this where someone is desperately trying to get a hold of you for nothing? Well you know, I do have voicemail, you can just talk into that and then I will return your call as soon as I can... muster up enough energy to give a shit that you've called. Someone will say to you, well with this new cellular technology I figured you would answer your phone. And of course you say, well there's this newer technology called Caller ID, and then there is its brother called silent ring. Perhaps I need to introduce you to their great uncle - restraining order.

Posted by Dave at September 15, 2004 07:51 PM