(insert defeated sigh here)
Wednesday, 18 February 2004 00:50![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
a_bit_of_wit_2The day went to shit. I mean, what the fuck happened? Argh...I won't get into it again. For those who missed my earlier rant, see the last post. Call this post Part 2 of said rant. The day started off okay, with me getting not as much sleep as I thought, and I realized this when I fell asleep 10 minutes into my first class. I decided to miss Modern Europe, for I knew I was gonna pass out. During that time, I had my day blown apart by the idiots at ShopRite. More on that later. After that whole fiasco, as you can imagine, I was basically down the rest of the day. Chorus didn't do much, and I did not feel like singing at all. Dinner did a little to bring me up, but when money was being waved around, didn't help too much. After dinner, Biology, which was interesting. Science usually is. After class, Wyatt came over, and I'm glad to say the "new video game" list is back in business. I now have several new games on the list to play, thanks to Wyatt: MTV Music Generator 2, .Hack//Infection, and, our current project: the Final Fantasy Anthology! Yes, you know what that means: Final Fantasy IV and a game I've wanted to play for years...Chrono Trigger! That cheered me up a little bit, and then some Oscar's. Now, I talk to Sarah. Thanks to everyone who's cheering me up...Bri, Sarah, Rach, Julio...more than I can remember. Makes me realize even more what the value of friendship is.
Now...usually something like this doesn't piss me off so much, but...just a couple things that irk me. First...I wasted 3 weeks for nothing. 3 weeks...I could have had a job at McD the first day of the semester, and had a few checks in my posession...hey, perhaps even enough to buy textbooks or pay the college. No...I wanted something better, and for 3 weeks, I was determined to get it. Finally, I thought my persistence was gonna pay off. I went in for the interview, and took that silly questionnaire to test how honest I am. I was optimistic, and I answered every question as honestly as I could. I could honestly say that I've never taken anything, had any arguments with managers, co-workers, stolen money, etc. Yet...it was determined that I wasn't qualified. That says to me that they think I'm a liar, and that's what pisses me off. It's one thing to call me a liar to my face, but when some corporation who has never seen so much as my face thinks I bullshitted on a test of honesty is a different thing. What? Did they want me to give answers that best suited them? I really hope not, for if I put answers down because I wanted to please them, then I'd be lying not only to them, but myself. Yet...that wasn't enough. I wasn't qualified enough to ring up prices on food. That hurts...not being seen as qualified to operate a simple register, when I may have more intelligence and maturity than all of them combined. That really hurts. Burn in hell, the lot of them. I'll be so happy when the new Stop and Shop comes into the former Ames plaza, and ShopRite will have to fight to stay alive. I will ultimately have the last laugh. (proudly gestures in the most obscene American Sign Language curse possible)
Tomorrow, a busy day. After my only class, it'll be lunch, then heading into town with Ben. I go to McD, ask for my job back, then go to the post office to nab some tax forms. More joy. I also have to get the RA Application in...it just keeps getting better, doesn't it?
(sigh) I take comfort in knowing that this too, shall pass. It always does. Just another hurdle in the life of Brian. Time heals all wounds. Now, sleep. I hope to put this out of my mind. Karl Marx was right. He was right all along.
Nighty night, all.
Now...usually something like this doesn't piss me off so much, but...just a couple things that irk me. First...I wasted 3 weeks for nothing. 3 weeks...I could have had a job at McD the first day of the semester, and had a few checks in my posession...hey, perhaps even enough to buy textbooks or pay the college. No...I wanted something better, and for 3 weeks, I was determined to get it. Finally, I thought my persistence was gonna pay off. I went in for the interview, and took that silly questionnaire to test how honest I am. I was optimistic, and I answered every question as honestly as I could. I could honestly say that I've never taken anything, had any arguments with managers, co-workers, stolen money, etc. Yet...it was determined that I wasn't qualified. That says to me that they think I'm a liar, and that's what pisses me off. It's one thing to call me a liar to my face, but when some corporation who has never seen so much as my face thinks I bullshitted on a test of honesty is a different thing. What? Did they want me to give answers that best suited them? I really hope not, for if I put answers down because I wanted to please them, then I'd be lying not only to them, but myself. Yet...that wasn't enough. I wasn't qualified enough to ring up prices on food. That hurts...not being seen as qualified to operate a simple register, when I may have more intelligence and maturity than all of them combined. That really hurts. Burn in hell, the lot of them. I'll be so happy when the new Stop and Shop comes into the former Ames plaza, and ShopRite will have to fight to stay alive. I will ultimately have the last laugh. (proudly gestures in the most obscene American Sign Language curse possible)
Tomorrow, a busy day. After my only class, it'll be lunch, then heading into town with Ben. I go to McD, ask for my job back, then go to the post office to nab some tax forms. More joy. I also have to get the RA Application in...it just keeps getting better, doesn't it?
(sigh) I take comfort in knowing that this too, shall pass. It always does. Just another hurdle in the life of Brian. Time heals all wounds. Now, sleep. I hope to put this out of my mind. Karl Marx was right. He was right all along.
Nighty night, all.
