As I sit here in this miserable unit meeting, I realized that there are things that make me want to fight and kill people, especially little brown babies. This is different from the “What Really Grinds my Gears” post I did a few months ago. This post is made up of strictly things that make me want to eat small puppies, miniature poodles to be specific. Without further ado…..
I realized that I hate meetings. Meetings are generally stupid. They reduce my intelligence to a level where I can no longer think of many adjectives, outside of the word “stupid”, that really capture how I feel about them. I cannot remember which famous CEO said it, (either Steve Jobs or Nolan K. Bushnell) but he said that meetings are what you do when you could be doing work. Instead of sitting in this meeting, I’ve could have been doing actual work. You could have emailed me your poorly put together PowerPoint presentation, especially since you’re just going to read what is there on the damn page.
WORKING WITH OLD PEOPLE
I am the youngest person in my unit by at least 15 years. Please note that I am in a unit that has the oldest average age among the agency. Average age across the agency is 36 years old. Average age of my unit is 54. Do not get me wrong, these old folks, for the most part, are nice people. But at what point should some of these folk retire? It makes me angry that I am forced to work with people who legitimately do not know how to do a mail merge or that the squiggly red lines under a misspelled word in Microsoft Word will not print. These folk need to retire so that some young folk that do not have jobs can. They have taken more days off as a unit then any other unit in the agency. Just sapping up all the agency money for their old people pills.
PEOPLE WHO INCONSIDERATE TO THE GENERAL PUBLIC
I hate people with babies who insist on travelling during the morning rush hours. No one told you to have that baby. It makes me want to push you and that lil snot nose on the tracks. There is barely enough room for the 5’1, 110lb Asian chick who just squeezed in. Why are you upset that no one made room for you and your Maclaren stroller? (Side note: Have you seen the size of them things? They are like the mack trucks of stroller.) Then when you do make room for you and your ugly baby, you don’t get out of the way when everyone is trying to get off of the train. I promise you that if this happens again, I will run through you and that mack truck of a baby carriage.
Lastly, if your metro card doesn’t work, get out of the way and let me go through the turnstile. Your card isn’t broken; you just swear there’s another $2 on that card. But there isn’t so move out of the way. I WILL KICK YOU THROUGH THE TURNSTILE.
Smoking while walking down the street.
Honking your car horn for no good reason.
Do you feel the same way about these issues? Do you wanna rant? Shoot!