So yesterday at work this really old man came in looking for a specific lightbulb for his magnifying glass. After going through all of the assorted bullshit I can do to find a certain part, I told him that we don't carry that particular lightbulb. He responded by saying that it was a "shame and a disgrace" and by lamenting the fact that our lightbulbs sucked anyway but he couldn't find bulbs that would fit his magnifier anywhere else. Anyway, after a few more minutes of such nonsense and listening to him yell at me because we didn't have that lightbulb in stock when he had "just bought some over the weekend," I finally snapped and yelled back at a customer. It was awesome. There was an entire store full of people to witness it, too. After the whole ordeal (I finally got the old bastard a lightbulb that would fit but wasn't the one he wanted and got him the hell out of the store, but it took fifteen minutes of him telling me how to, for instance, screw in the lightbulb, screw the top back on the flashlight, and other assorted things like that) the next customer said something to the effect of "Fifteen minutes," the amount of time he'd waited in line. I just glared at him and he shut the hell up.
As you can tell, I'm real tired of being treated like shit by rich people just because I happen to work ina store they shop at. Fuck that. It's so much easier and more entertaining to talk back. And I've found, like most situations I've been with the threat of violence, that all you have to do is show some backbone and whomever is deriding you will be so suprised that he or she will shut the fuck up almost immediately. This may seem like an obvious response to the bully personality to most people, but I can't think of a single time in my entire life when I haven't been confrontational when someone was harassing me. For instance, in the first grade, the principle's son was giving me shit for something, or being mean to one of my friends, or some shit. Anyway, I told him to knock it out and, when he didn't, I hit him in the mouth. For the first time in my life I've had to fear the consequenses of not letting someone walk all over me, and it wasn't until I got a real job (I never gave a fuck about the other jobs I've had, and I was younger, so I never thought twice about acting like a dick.)
Anyway, I guess the point of this is that I've decided to no longer act in what Sartre would call Bad Faith at work (yeah, I had to throw that in; I've been learning about Sartre in class while reading Simone Beauvoir) and just act like I do the rest of the time. Which is to say, act like a complete asshole to people who I feel deserve it.
Oh, and as for the rest of my weekend, I spent it wasted wandering around Auburn. We went to a bar for lunch that had dollar beers and newcastles for $2.20 (they're about $4.00 in Atlanta), so I got drunk while waiting for lunch. Later on we went to a boring party and to my first ever party in a trailer park, which was also boring, but it was in a trailer park, so it was entertaining. Especially because I got to watch my uppity, rich, sorority girl friend squirm in the presence of poor people. At a bar we went to, I saw a girl who looked like she had a bunch of tattoos but, when I went to talk to her, she was just wearing one of those shirts that makes it look like you have tattoos. Lame. Oh, and the only kid at Auburn, other than my buddy Steve, who listens to anything other than Dave Matthews asked me if I liked Atreyu and, when I said "Fuck no!" he asked if it was because they were "too hard." Yeah, that's it.
I'm really glad I live in Atlanta.
And to the SG:ATLiens crew, I really wanted to go to the party but it was a bad weekend; I'd already committed to going to Alabama if I wasn't going to New Orleans. Next time, kids.
As you can tell, I'm real tired of being treated like shit by rich people just because I happen to work ina store they shop at. Fuck that. It's so much easier and more entertaining to talk back. And I've found, like most situations I've been with the threat of violence, that all you have to do is show some backbone and whomever is deriding you will be so suprised that he or she will shut the fuck up almost immediately. This may seem like an obvious response to the bully personality to most people, but I can't think of a single time in my entire life when I haven't been confrontational when someone was harassing me. For instance, in the first grade, the principle's son was giving me shit for something, or being mean to one of my friends, or some shit. Anyway, I told him to knock it out and, when he didn't, I hit him in the mouth. For the first time in my life I've had to fear the consequenses of not letting someone walk all over me, and it wasn't until I got a real job (I never gave a fuck about the other jobs I've had, and I was younger, so I never thought twice about acting like a dick.)
Anyway, I guess the point of this is that I've decided to no longer act in what Sartre would call Bad Faith at work (yeah, I had to throw that in; I've been learning about Sartre in class while reading Simone Beauvoir) and just act like I do the rest of the time. Which is to say, act like a complete asshole to people who I feel deserve it.
Oh, and as for the rest of my weekend, I spent it wasted wandering around Auburn. We went to a bar for lunch that had dollar beers and newcastles for $2.20 (they're about $4.00 in Atlanta), so I got drunk while waiting for lunch. Later on we went to a boring party and to my first ever party in a trailer park, which was also boring, but it was in a trailer park, so it was entertaining. Especially because I got to watch my uppity, rich, sorority girl friend squirm in the presence of poor people. At a bar we went to, I saw a girl who looked like she had a bunch of tattoos but, when I went to talk to her, she was just wearing one of those shirts that makes it look like you have tattoos. Lame. Oh, and the only kid at Auburn, other than my buddy Steve, who listens to anything other than Dave Matthews asked me if I liked Atreyu and, when I said "Fuck no!" he asked if it was because they were "too hard." Yeah, that's it.
I'm really glad I live in Atlanta.
And to the SG:ATLiens crew, I really wanted to go to the party but it was a bad weekend; I'd already committed to going to Alabama if I wasn't going to New Orleans. Next time, kids.