They say don't shit where you eat. Good advice.
You might remember the scene in Flash Gordon where Flash, Dale and Dr Zarkov are brought into Ming's audience hall where Ming's subjects are presenting their annual tributes. Ming kills one of them and Flash remarks to Dale, "This Ming's a psycho." Unfortunatey the little flying robot overheard him and repeated it aloud for Ming to hear.
That's about like what happened to me on friday. I was out in Gardner mass making some deliveries with another driver that day, for random reasons, and I was tellling him about how much of a bitch the manager of one of the stores we deliver out there was. I walked into the store to ask her to open up the back door for us, and she was short with me. She lives on the edge of politley unpleasant and rude. So anyway I went and let my associate in the back door and said she's on form today, he said how so and I said she's a bitch. There wasn't anyone around that I could see but maybe someone was in the bathroom. Anyway somebody over heard me and reported what I'd said to her and she called my boss about it. My boss is a consummate gentleman and he just told me I had to watch what I say because the wrong people might hear, but still overall I'd call that a bad day, and a bad week.
You know if someone treats you like crap, it is not wrong to refer to that individual in language that characterises that individual as one who does what that person does. Bitch is a much milder term than the other driver found appropriate to describe her, after he got to bathe in her radiant glow for a bit, but because he is smart and professional, very unlike me, he saved what he had to say for when whe got back on the truck.
This is one reason why I'm such a fucking loser. Human adjustment involves a lot of usage of terms that involve apologising for the true nature of things. Pass away instead of die, Difficult customer instead of bitch. Navigating a minefield of little sensibilities and little minds with the power to bite you on the ass if you cross them. It really rubs me the wrong way that human beings behave this way in conversation and iv'e gotten into situations before because of calling a spade a spade and the wrong people hearing me say it. George Carlin covered this sort of thing quite exhaustively in his standup routines.
I have trouble dealing with people who don't respect me. People like that store manager get into positions where they can mistreat people like me and I have no recourse. And that's not ok.
I think of myself as hating people, but the truth of the matter is just that the people I hate vastly out impact the good people I deal with. Out in orange mass the woman who runs the family dollar there is even worse than the woman mentioned above. She insists that I price the soda that I bring into her store, she hands me pricing guns that don't work and when I ask her for guns that work she tells me that's she's sick of buying new guns because of me breaking them when I hit the soda too hard with them. On the other hand, up the road a bit there's a litte bistro that gets a dozen cases a week; when I was there this week I phoned them to see if anyone was in so I could deliver early before cars blocked up all the available parking. The cook was in and he opened up for me and came out with a snow shovel to shovel a path for me so It would be easier for me to make my delivery. So I can't say there aren't some really nice people that I deal with as well, but the anticipation of dealing with the bad ones sits like a ball of tar in my stomach.
I'm not looking forward to having to deliver to that store out in gardner again. It's still better to be me than to be her, a troll presiding over her little realm. I don't know whether the adult thing is to view her as having realized about all she has to hope for in life, making her something so small and contemptible as to be not worth pitying or despising, or to take a compassionate view and consider the possibilty that she might be a really good person in other contexts.
It's just more at stake in the gamble of money and careers. It kind of makes it dumber to blow a huge wad on the camera I want to get, given that someone really pissed off at me might get me fired, but it also underscores the great importance of trying to set myself of a job where I won't have to deal with these sorts of people.
On the bright side, on a completely unrelated note my open mic performances seem to be getting well reviewed. I can sing for hours at home but when I'm playing out I sing a lot louder and my voice was pretty shredded after doing seven songs. A longish set for me but not many people there that night. I can hear my notes just going all over the place when my vocal chords feel like dry sandpaper. Anyway a couple of hours later I did the house of the rising sun with a guy who plays violin and people were pretty impressed with that song, telling me I could record it.
I guess that's me for the moment, obsessing about cameras, hating work and playing the geetar. later dudes
lizardo
You might remember the scene in Flash Gordon where Flash, Dale and Dr Zarkov are brought into Ming's audience hall where Ming's subjects are presenting their annual tributes. Ming kills one of them and Flash remarks to Dale, "This Ming's a psycho." Unfortunatey the little flying robot overheard him and repeated it aloud for Ming to hear.
That's about like what happened to me on friday. I was out in Gardner mass making some deliveries with another driver that day, for random reasons, and I was tellling him about how much of a bitch the manager of one of the stores we deliver out there was. I walked into the store to ask her to open up the back door for us, and she was short with me. She lives on the edge of politley unpleasant and rude. So anyway I went and let my associate in the back door and said she's on form today, he said how so and I said she's a bitch. There wasn't anyone around that I could see but maybe someone was in the bathroom. Anyway somebody over heard me and reported what I'd said to her and she called my boss about it. My boss is a consummate gentleman and he just told me I had to watch what I say because the wrong people might hear, but still overall I'd call that a bad day, and a bad week.
You know if someone treats you like crap, it is not wrong to refer to that individual in language that characterises that individual as one who does what that person does. Bitch is a much milder term than the other driver found appropriate to describe her, after he got to bathe in her radiant glow for a bit, but because he is smart and professional, very unlike me, he saved what he had to say for when whe got back on the truck.
This is one reason why I'm such a fucking loser. Human adjustment involves a lot of usage of terms that involve apologising for the true nature of things. Pass away instead of die, Difficult customer instead of bitch. Navigating a minefield of little sensibilities and little minds with the power to bite you on the ass if you cross them. It really rubs me the wrong way that human beings behave this way in conversation and iv'e gotten into situations before because of calling a spade a spade and the wrong people hearing me say it. George Carlin covered this sort of thing quite exhaustively in his standup routines.
I have trouble dealing with people who don't respect me. People like that store manager get into positions where they can mistreat people like me and I have no recourse. And that's not ok.
I think of myself as hating people, but the truth of the matter is just that the people I hate vastly out impact the good people I deal with. Out in orange mass the woman who runs the family dollar there is even worse than the woman mentioned above. She insists that I price the soda that I bring into her store, she hands me pricing guns that don't work and when I ask her for guns that work she tells me that's she's sick of buying new guns because of me breaking them when I hit the soda too hard with them. On the other hand, up the road a bit there's a litte bistro that gets a dozen cases a week; when I was there this week I phoned them to see if anyone was in so I could deliver early before cars blocked up all the available parking. The cook was in and he opened up for me and came out with a snow shovel to shovel a path for me so It would be easier for me to make my delivery. So I can't say there aren't some really nice people that I deal with as well, but the anticipation of dealing with the bad ones sits like a ball of tar in my stomach.
I'm not looking forward to having to deliver to that store out in gardner again. It's still better to be me than to be her, a troll presiding over her little realm. I don't know whether the adult thing is to view her as having realized about all she has to hope for in life, making her something so small and contemptible as to be not worth pitying or despising, or to take a compassionate view and consider the possibilty that she might be a really good person in other contexts.
It's just more at stake in the gamble of money and careers. It kind of makes it dumber to blow a huge wad on the camera I want to get, given that someone really pissed off at me might get me fired, but it also underscores the great importance of trying to set myself of a job where I won't have to deal with these sorts of people.
On the bright side, on a completely unrelated note my open mic performances seem to be getting well reviewed. I can sing for hours at home but when I'm playing out I sing a lot louder and my voice was pretty shredded after doing seven songs. A longish set for me but not many people there that night. I can hear my notes just going all over the place when my vocal chords feel like dry sandpaper. Anyway a couple of hours later I did the house of the rising sun with a guy who plays violin and people were pretty impressed with that song, telling me I could record it.
I guess that's me for the moment, obsessing about cameras, hating work and playing the geetar. later dudes
lizardo
anyway... you escaped by the skin of your teeth at work, and that shows that they do value you even though it was an unfortunate situation. i have a hard time containing myself in situations like that. i was on a train going to liverpool at like 5am about a week ago and since the ticket box wasn't open we had to buy our tickets on the train. well. the woman refused to take my card because it was american and didn't have a chip in it and because it said 'ask for id' instead of signing it, even though i provided id.... she just threw a total fit and i was stuck in between ripping her head off and just shutting up because she could very well kick me off the train and it was the last one i could take to get there on time. anyway. i ended up just shutting my mouth. but. i've been thinking about writing her manager with a huge complaint.