"I went over to a floor lamp and pulled the switch. There was a problem laid out on the [chess]board, a six-mover. I couldn't solve it, like a lot of my problems. I reached down and moved a knight... I looked down at the chessboard. The move with the knight was wrong. I put it back where I moved it from. Knights had no meaning in this game. It wasn't a game for knights." -Philip Marlowe, The Big Sleep
Drama in the workplace. I fucking hate bullshit drama.
Especially (this might sound bad, but) female drama. Guys will get pissed at each other, maybe talk some serious shit or scrap in the parking lot, and that's that, but girls... man, girls play social mind games with each other that never seem to end. I've been mixed up in enough of that shit in my life to know that when the claws come out, I tune out completely and just mind my own business. But both parties generating the drama always seem to want to pull me over to their side, against the other person, because I'm a nice guy. Y'know what? Fuck that noise. There's not really anyone at my workplace who I don't get along with, but lately, there are two women, one my age and one a little older, who literally act like they are in high school. I get along well with both of them seperately, but when they are together it's like cold-shoulder, icy glances of death, cat and dog time. And they both want to pull me aside and recruit me to join their side against the other one.
So, tonite, I basically told them, individually, that they can treat each other however they want to, but don't expect me to play along with your little psychological games, because I don't play that shit anymore. You want to act like a bitch to my co-workers and pout and flirt to get me to validate your opinion of yourself, then you'll have to find someone else to humor you. You want to act like a decent person and drop the masturbatory ego routine, then I'm game.
This is why I stay out of human affairs for the most part. Humans are interesting creatures and I've spent years studying their habits in the field, but I wouldn't necessarily say that I'm a big fan of humankind. Humans treat the world and other humans around them with such narcissistic nonchalance it's downright revolting sometime. And human social hierarchy is so fucked up that I usually want no part in it. Never had a use for it, to be honest. There's no one I need to impress and nobody I have to answer to, and that's how I like it, and if you feel it's your duty to change that about me so I'll be more like you, more human, then I'll happily invite you to go have sex with yourself instead.
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OK, vent/rant over. Cranky much? Obviously, I've been working WAY too much lately, and I need a little time off. Waaaay behind on my deadlines and needing to finish the touches on a million little projects, slight insomnia, cabin fever... some serious steam is to be blown off in the next few days.
Drama in the workplace. I fucking hate bullshit drama.
Especially (this might sound bad, but) female drama. Guys will get pissed at each other, maybe talk some serious shit or scrap in the parking lot, and that's that, but girls... man, girls play social mind games with each other that never seem to end. I've been mixed up in enough of that shit in my life to know that when the claws come out, I tune out completely and just mind my own business. But both parties generating the drama always seem to want to pull me over to their side, against the other person, because I'm a nice guy. Y'know what? Fuck that noise. There's not really anyone at my workplace who I don't get along with, but lately, there are two women, one my age and one a little older, who literally act like they are in high school. I get along well with both of them seperately, but when they are together it's like cold-shoulder, icy glances of death, cat and dog time. And they both want to pull me aside and recruit me to join their side against the other one.
So, tonite, I basically told them, individually, that they can treat each other however they want to, but don't expect me to play along with your little psychological games, because I don't play that shit anymore. You want to act like a bitch to my co-workers and pout and flirt to get me to validate your opinion of yourself, then you'll have to find someone else to humor you. You want to act like a decent person and drop the masturbatory ego routine, then I'm game.
This is why I stay out of human affairs for the most part. Humans are interesting creatures and I've spent years studying their habits in the field, but I wouldn't necessarily say that I'm a big fan of humankind. Humans treat the world and other humans around them with such narcissistic nonchalance it's downright revolting sometime. And human social hierarchy is so fucked up that I usually want no part in it. Never had a use for it, to be honest. There's no one I need to impress and nobody I have to answer to, and that's how I like it, and if you feel it's your duty to change that about me so I'll be more like you, more human, then I'll happily invite you to go have sex with yourself instead.
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OK, vent/rant over. Cranky much? Obviously, I've been working WAY too much lately, and I need a little time off. Waaaay behind on my deadlines and needing to finish the touches on a million little projects, slight insomnia, cabin fever... some serious steam is to be blown off in the next few days.
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2) Were you going for a Spike Spiegel look (cowboy bebop) in your profile pic? Cause Man, if you weren't, you fucking nailed it regardless. Badass.
3) you mentioned you couldn't live without a lighter, but no smokable stubstance, save your vices. Curious, do you feel that you must have maryJ, or it's just a casual pleasure, or are you simply a pyro?
4) love the references to Evil Dead, Batman, and i cant think of what shrapnel reminds me of..
4) didnt get a chance to read your actual journal posting due to a fuckload of work i'm behind on that is due in less than 12 hours, but i will get to it. ;]
Somebody shoot me. i just realized i had previously typed 4 twice and spelled meatle mettle. and metal meatle. at least the second time all the correct letters were there.
Now that i've found more reasons to procrastinate; Where do you work, if you dont mind me asking? And in all honesty, your rant was genius. Rarely have i read so many sentences in such a short span that drop the fucking elbow on the shortcomings of human personality so eloquently. But hey, on the brighter side, realizing it's flaws also makes you appreciate it's finer points.
You, sir, officially rock.