why is it that when I work my hours and do 3 peoples work in those hours, yet a fat managment type spends all his day chatting rubbish to people and then works late into the night producing 10 times less work then me at most, yet these people are rewarded for doing extra hours.
grrrrr
in a perfect world people would be rewarded for productivity, in the real world you get rewarded for making out you are working hard and being buddies with the director, yet the only reason they don't go home on time is because there is noone to go home to.
I'll try to sum it up by first telling you about the folks I work with:
First, there is this supermodel wanna-be chick. Yeah, okay, she is pretty hot, but damn is she completely useless. The girl is constantly fixing her hair or putting on makeup.
She is extremely self-centered and has never once considered the needs or wants of anyone but herself. She is as dumb as a box of rocks, and I still find it surprising that she has enough brain power to continue to breathe.
The next chick is completely the opposite. She might even be one of the smartest people on the planet. Her career opportunities are endless, and yet she is here with us. She is a zero on a scale of 1 to 10. I'm not sure she even showers, much less shaves her "womanly" parts. I think she might be a lesbian, because every time we drive by the hardware store she moans like a cat in heat.
But the jewel of the crowd has got to be the chuffing stoner. And this guy is more than just your average pothead. In fact, he is baked before he comes to work, during work, and I'm sure after work. He probably hasn't been sober anytime in the last ten years, and he's only 22. He dresses like a beatnik throwback from the 1960's, and to make things worse, he brings his enormous dog to work. Every blimmin day I have to look at this huge Great Dane walk around half-stoned from the second-hand smoke. Hell, sometimes I even think it's trying to talk with its constant bellowing. Also, both of them are constantly hungry, requiring multiple stops to McDonalds and Burger King, every single chuffing day.
Anyway, I drive these eejits around in my van and we solve mysteries and stuff.
I can't take ALL the credit for it. I can only take credit for my copy & paste skills and my skills at de-profanity-ing it. But not my proof reading skills. 'Crowd'.
If it was remembered for the awards, then it'd be a fraud.
Grrr at job hunting...every place I've dropped a resume/application into has said "Nothing going at the moment, get back to you in a few weeks." Three weeks or more later nothing, so I drop my resume into another place and they say "Nothing going at the moment (sic), we'll get back to you when there is a position open."
Oh yeah, then my mate made up some bull and said I cried on the bus. Took all my self control to not murder him.
Grrr just solved the mystery of my missing post (could have used your help Carlos) my bro's name begind with an "A" as well so when he moved out my step dad told the post office not to deliver anything addressed to "A Cronk". Well done twit. Anybody know what they would do with said post?
Grr to the nightmare that woke my little girl up half an hour after I'd gone to bed and kept her - and me - awake for another 90 minutes.
Grr to the return of the gastric bit of the flu shortly thereafter, 5 explosive bathroom visits in the remaining 5 hours of sleep before - another grr - my little boy woke up feeling ill and needed looking after.
Grrrr to yesterday, my Dad collapsed in the morning, shortly before my aunts (his sisters) funeral meaning he had to miss it. With that and an unemployed boyfriend it all just feels very grrrrr at the moment.