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Mar. 5th, 2002
Well, here I sit.
Mar. 5th, 2002 01:22 pmWith my right ankle swollen up to about the size of a healthy orange. I have no idea why it is this big, but there it is.
My idiot boss was supposed to call me back about occupational health, but he hasn't been in all day. Moron. The situation wasn't helped by the fact that I had to work late two nights in a row because the guy who relieves me simply cannot get the idea that he is supposed to be there at 1700. Not 1900. Not 1730. But right at 1700.
Which brings me to another fuming point. The phrase "it's all good." Forgive me if this sounds racist, but it seems that I only hear that from lazy African-Americans. It seems to ignore the fact that the reason I am pissed of is because things aren't "all good."
I heard this when I was working for Super Shuttle from drivers who seemed to think that it excused any fuck-up, no matter how bad, and now the guard I have to wait on seems to think that making me work late is somehow "good." Well, it isn't, and I will enjoy the day I find out he's been fired.
So here I sit. Dealing with the fact that I work for, and with, complete morons, feeling pretty crappy all around. Hopefully, the swelling will go down a bit before I have to go to work tomorrow.
My idiot boss was supposed to call me back about occupational health, but he hasn't been in all day. Moron. The situation wasn't helped by the fact that I had to work late two nights in a row because the guy who relieves me simply cannot get the idea that he is supposed to be there at 1700. Not 1900. Not 1730. But right at 1700.
Which brings me to another fuming point. The phrase "it's all good." Forgive me if this sounds racist, but it seems that I only hear that from lazy African-Americans. It seems to ignore the fact that the reason I am pissed of is because things aren't "all good."
I heard this when I was working for Super Shuttle from drivers who seemed to think that it excused any fuck-up, no matter how bad, and now the guard I have to wait on seems to think that making me work late is somehow "good." Well, it isn't, and I will enjoy the day I find out he's been fired.
So here I sit. Dealing with the fact that I work for, and with, complete morons, feeling pretty crappy all around. Hopefully, the swelling will go down a bit before I have to go to work tomorrow.
