When you come in my office and go on about how you didn't receive the articles that I put in your mail file and how you can't possibly imaaaaaagine that anyone else took them, you are in effect calling me a liar. I don't like people who call me liars. Now kindly get the fuck out of my office before I tell you to go fuck yourself and lose my job.
They really don't pay me enough for this shit,
I've been thinking lately, and I think the thing that fuels most of my barely-concealed rage at the world these days is the fact that I don't ever get to call bullshit. Yesterday I saw an entire gaggle of students just wander out into the street when they didn't have the light, making not the slightest effort to hurry up and get out of the way of the poor motorist who had the light. And these are the same people who probably scare the hell out of pedestrians with their monster SUVs when they're behind the wheel. And I can't do anything about it. I couldn't do anything about the election, either. I can't do a damn thing about the problem students who continually ignore the instructions I give them and keep submitting requests for things that are up on the third floor, if they could just get their lazy asses up there to get it. They can be a snot to me, but I always have to be "professional". Why the hell isn't it professional to say "I'm not your mommy, so stop acting like a baby"? I hate the way they look at me. I know I'm as smart as most of them, quite possibly smarter, but the thought of one of those careers where you have to sell your soul and give up everything that's good in life makes me sick, so I'm stuck putting up with the shit of those who don't mind selling their souls because they probably never had one in the first place. For once, I'd like to call bullshit and have it make a difference.
This turned out a lot angrier than I expected...