So I am attending my Transition Assistance Program (TAP) class, and there are these two instructors which seriously just piss me the hell off. Bad. But it left for some ramblings from the inside of my mind, which I have now decided to share. The writing in bold is the teacher, the writing in italics is the rambling...
You never know when your going to network to an important employer... so when you go to the supermarket, to the store, whatever... wear a button up shirt so you always look a bit presentable...
you want me to wear a button up shirt when I go to buy some fucking milk?! Your out of your mind. I will not dress up 'just in case.' There are limitations on my job search, my level of accomplishment, and my desire. That is one I shall not meet. Once the bank is closed, I am dressing for comfort, asshole.
Folks, you need to make an outstanding resume`. That is your ticket to getting an interview... You want a job? the key is a good resume`....
Resume`! Resume`! Resume`! Get a job and file your fucking resume`! Education?! Doesn't matter! find a way! Before my fat belly turns evil and destroys us all by eating us! Get a job!
::LUNCH BREAK, the other instructor takes over::
Rezi... Rezi... Resolution...
It is all the same. You are repeating yourself. You are saying everything that has all been said earlier. Thisis the perfect job for you. Seriously. If you did anything else, you would just crack from the stress. The only job you could handle besides this is a math teacher. That's it. If you were a host, and I were a guest, you would try to sell your couch to me. If you wer a race car driver, you would let every car have the right of way. I hope you didn't pop out a kid. That would be shitty... for the kid's sake, of course. If only you knew how insignificant you are... in my head. I almost want to kick out your knees and have you cry. I bet if I pissed on your leg right now you would stand there and ask (ever so politely) for me to stop. You wouldn't get mad at all... you would just ask me to stop. I am going to ask you where the bathroom is now.
::SMALL BREAK, the first instructor returns::
Oh, now this guy is up. The guy who thinks that you should wear a button up shirt while your fucking his daughter. OOPS... I meant everywhere. You, sir, are a tool. Not even a good tool. Your a broken hammer.
There is no difference between a $30 DVD player and a $130 DVD player, its how the company sells it to you. The companies are just tricking you! Thats how you have to treat a job interview... you have to trick the company. You (points to class) are all different DVD players. Make the company believe you are better then the others. Tell it to the company!
Did you just seriously call me a DVD player? That tie, gut, and double chin make you so unappealing... that's why im not kicking your ass right now. I hate the fact you add so much to this... this class makes or breaks us? your destructive force? I want to like this guy.. but it just doesn't work. Everytime he speaks, I hope he bites his tongue. Maybe he will get so worked up that he will just wet himself and have to leave. I bet you still live with your mother.
So yea, that was my day. damn, it sounded good in my head...
You never know when your going to network to an important employer... so when you go to the supermarket, to the store, whatever... wear a button up shirt so you always look a bit presentable...
you want me to wear a button up shirt when I go to buy some fucking milk?! Your out of your mind. I will not dress up 'just in case.' There are limitations on my job search, my level of accomplishment, and my desire. That is one I shall not meet. Once the bank is closed, I am dressing for comfort, asshole.
Folks, you need to make an outstanding resume`. That is your ticket to getting an interview... You want a job? the key is a good resume`....
Resume`! Resume`! Resume`! Get a job and file your fucking resume`! Education?! Doesn't matter! find a way! Before my fat belly turns evil and destroys us all by eating us! Get a job!
::LUNCH BREAK, the other instructor takes over::
Rezi... Rezi... Resolution...
It is all the same. You are repeating yourself. You are saying everything that has all been said earlier. Thisis the perfect job for you. Seriously. If you did anything else, you would just crack from the stress. The only job you could handle besides this is a math teacher. That's it. If you were a host, and I were a guest, you would try to sell your couch to me. If you wer a race car driver, you would let every car have the right of way. I hope you didn't pop out a kid. That would be shitty... for the kid's sake, of course. If only you knew how insignificant you are... in my head. I almost want to kick out your knees and have you cry. I bet if I pissed on your leg right now you would stand there and ask (ever so politely) for me to stop. You wouldn't get mad at all... you would just ask me to stop. I am going to ask you where the bathroom is now.
::SMALL BREAK, the first instructor returns::
Oh, now this guy is up. The guy who thinks that you should wear a button up shirt while your fucking his daughter. OOPS... I meant everywhere. You, sir, are a tool. Not even a good tool. Your a broken hammer.
There is no difference between a $30 DVD player and a $130 DVD player, its how the company sells it to you. The companies are just tricking you! Thats how you have to treat a job interview... you have to trick the company. You (points to class) are all different DVD players. Make the company believe you are better then the others. Tell it to the company!
Did you just seriously call me a DVD player? That tie, gut, and double chin make you so unappealing... that's why im not kicking your ass right now. I hate the fact you add so much to this... this class makes or breaks us? your destructive force? I want to like this guy.. but it just doesn't work. Everytime he speaks, I hope he bites his tongue. Maybe he will get so worked up that he will just wet himself and have to leave. I bet you still live with your mother.
So yea, that was my day. damn, it sounded good in my head...