Stupid people. There are too many of them. In fact I would not be opposed to creating a series of tests that gauge a person’s common sense and everyday intelligence then take all those who fail and just shoot them out of a canon onto a bed of nails.
What would these tests be? Just off the top of my head:
-How fast does a person drive on the highway? Doing 40 in a 55 (and everyone else is doing at least 65) deserves being sent to the canon.
-Working in at a Subway Sandwich restaurant and not knowing what a chicken parm is even though it is on your menu.
-Being a college professor and having absolutely no clue how to write a letter of recommendation.
-Human Resources. You people suck.
Allow me to elaborate on each.
This first one is something we all have gone through at least once. I’m putting it in here just so we all have some common ground, but also because it does make me go a little nuts. Why is it that each time I get on the highway, the parkway, or the whatever way, there is the moron who is clearly lost, knows their exit is coming up, but not when exactly, so to make sure they don’t miss it they drop a good 10 miles under the limit. Oh yeah, and they always end up in front of me! Why can’t I have passed this person without ever realizing they were there?! And dude, its not at all hard to find your exit. They all get displayed like half a mile before you come up to it. Pull your head out of your ass, look at the neatly displayed signs, and gooooo! And if not for my sanity then at least for DD’s. Her head is about to explode. Which would be hilarious, but I ride shotgun in her car far too often. I don’t want to be in the car when it goes spiraling off. Not good times.
Now for all those who have indeed experienced this, I want you to stop for a moment. Turn away from your computer and find the biggest pillow near you. Seriously, go do it. Now. Right now. I’m not fucking kidding. Pick it up, hold it in front of your body, drop it and kick! Did it? Good! This won’t actually change anything and you will still have to deal with these fucktard drivers, but hey… you did get to kick something.
This thing about Subway is not only true, but happened to me just last night. I’m hungry, have money, and think “Oh a chicken parm would be really good right about now.” And the good ‘ol chicken parm song starts playing in my head, the old days of creating our own nation with the chicken parm flag starts to resurface and its at this point I know I want one. And Subway makes them. And they make them pretty good too. I have had them before and I liked it.
So I go. I’m happy. I get there and the girl behind the counter asks what I want. “Foot long, chicken parm on Italin.” Clear, simple, awesome. She gets the bread. Asks me what I wanted again because apparently after5 seconds of bread getting its flown out of her head. I repeat “Chicken parm.” She grabs some chicken, heats it up, comes back and asks what I want on it. What? It’s a chicken parm! I want the chicken and the parm on it! Anything else added no longer makes it a chicken parm. But…I give her the benefit of the doubt because I know they have more than one type of cheese and that is probably what she meant. I ask for American. She plops some cheese on there and says “Want anything else on it?” Now I am confused. “Just the chicken, cheese, and tomato sauce,” is my reply. And do you know why? Because that’s how you make a fecking chicken parm! You don’t put anything else on it. That would no longer make it a chicken parm! It would be some other…thing. So I just kept saying just tomato sauce. And she asks me if I want ketchup on it. What!? Apparently that’s what tomato sauce is at Subway. Now the only people working that night were this young girl and I guess her dumbass mother who was the one saying tomato sauce is ketchup. I’m confused and realize I am dealing with people who are so stupid they don’t know what is on THEIR menu. I say just the chicken and cheese then because at this point I want out. I pay, leave, get home, add my own sauce, and it’s at this point i realize she didn’t even give me the right chicken. It’s not like a chicken breast or cutlet like it should be. It’s pieces of chicken teriyaki. Holy shit……….. did I eat it? Yes. I payed for it, I’m eating it. But don’t worry, it didn’t taste bad. It actually didn’t have much of any taste. All I know is I am never going back to Subway ever again. Fuck you, Jared!
The college professor? Yeah I asked a professor, one of the few I could tolerate (it’s a short list), to write me a letter of recommendation for graduate school even though I am not going to need it for a while, but I figured do it now rather than wait several months. This woman agreed and was more than happy to help.Although now I think I am the first person who ever ask her to do this. She asked me to e-mail her what I consider are my best qualities that she can include in this letter. Cool, no problem, I expected that. I send it. Five days later I get a response saying what is this letter for. Umm…we went over this already right? I say again: letter of recommendation to graduate school. Few more days pass and she asks me who she should address it to. Now I’ve already told her I would like multiple copies because I do plan on applying to multiple schools. So addressing it to a particular person might not make a whole lot of sense. I say to make it a generic addressing. Few more days goes by and she again asks if I could send a list of my best qualities. OK, what twilight zone time loop have I entered and can I send this lady to the corn fields?
As of right now the letter is being written…I think. I sent her the list again and she will get back to me when she has it finished. Which is who knows when. *Bashes head against wall*
OK. Last one. I gotta admit this is taking a little out of me. Not only did I have to deal with all these stupid peopl, but now I’m reliving it all. My brain cells aren’t just dying, they are committing suicide.
So I get my shiny new job at the hospital. I have to visit with Human Resources for liability reasons. I was called by some woman on a Thursday at 9:45am asking if I can be there for my interview and mandatory physical the following day at 8am. Now the next day I have to get my passport with a friend at 10am. Can I really get there for an interview, physical, and drive back in time? Possibly, but I really did not want to risk it. I tell them no, I can’t be there. I’m sure I just risked my new job, but fuck it. This woman then asks me why I can’t be there. I explain very calmly that I have to get my passport the next day (I’ve been putting it off too long as it was and wasn’t going to again). She says it’s at 8am I have to be there. Well no, but just to end this dumb conversation I say yes and that it was also an appointment I had. Which also wasn’t true, but I really needed to get it done and didn’t want this woman’s shit anymore. Then she asks all upset and says that she is doing me a favor by giving me this appointment so soon. What kind of favor is given in LESS than 24 hours notice? Fuck you, lady. That’s bullshit and you know it. I was told a week earlier that I would get a call from you and you decide to wait the day before to actually do it and that is a favor to me? I’m sorry, but I do actually have shit to do with my day. Take your favor and shove it up your ass. Yeah….I wish I said that….
So I get an appoint for a week and a half later because apparently that’s the best they got. I don’t give a shit. I go for the Human Resources interview. They then ask for two proofs of ID. Come again? Um, no one told me about this. Not even favor lady. You figure that is something you would give a person a heads up for! I have my driver’s license of course, but that’s it. They say “Do you have your birth certificate or social security card?” Yeah, princess, I carry those with me where ever I go. How stupid of me. *PUNT* They finish the interview and tell me I can come back with my second one. Long story short, I bring them a copy of my birth certificate because the original is out getting my passport and my social security card…I don’t know where it is. It’s supposed to be in a box I keep in my closet with all the other important things of mine, but its not. So I have no clue where it could be.
So next time, Human Resources, it might be a good idea to let a person know that you are going to be deuche bags.
In fact, it would have been nice to have warned that about the world at around the age of 10. That’s when we should just kill the innocence in small children. Walk into school one day, they sit you down, and they tell you of all the shit you are going to deal with. It’s stupid people 101. Enjoy, fuckers!