I went through my computer last night and found all of these old notes I had written to myself. I'll post another one Friday but below is one from my days at NBA. this was written sometime during the summer of 2006.
Today at work this supervisor Christine, who if she was a guy would be renamed Mike Hunt, asked me if I’ve ever heard of a guy named Gerry Rafferty.
I’m like “no, got no clue.” Didn’t know if he was a client, a new hire or what.
She said, “he wrote Boston ave. the song, you know it.”
“No Christine, got no clue.”
“Oh, come on, he was a famous singer in the 70’s and 80’s, you should know him.”
‘Christine, I wasn’t born until 1983, and no, I’ve never heard of him.”
“Really! How old are you?”
“…uh, I’m 25.”
“Wow, your kidding me, your that young. I thought you were in your 30’s”
“wow. 30 huh. Errrite. That’s cool.”
“No. you know. Just the way you are. I just thought you were older that’s all.”
“Well, my hemorrhoids have been itching lately and as of late it does feel like my hair is thinning.”
And at that point, knowing my humor was lost on her, I turned around and put my face on my desk.
So because I pride my self on education and enjoy obtaining knowledge, automatically I’m middle aged. That’s kind of depressing. I take time out of my day to educate all of these idiots that they insist on placing around me at work, and that’s the thanks I get.
The real problem lies in the fact that half of the things I want to say I’m not allowed to and the other half is so condescending that no one would understand them anyways.
I know that’s a very elitist mentality but it’s just the way I feel. Most people are completely complacent with where they are in their lives and that’s just depressing. There are so many things out there in the world to see and do and experience that anyone who just wants to go home watch TV would just be taken out back and shot, society has no use for you. I know that sounds like a terrible thing to say but the only benefit that these people have is I still need someone to screw up my taco bell order and I still need someone give me the wrong change when I get gas, and until they make a completely self sufficient machine, I still need someone to pickup my garbage. I mean sweet juicy Jesus, read a book. And the author needs to have a PH, D. after his name. and no before you ask Dr. Atkins and Dr. Phil don’t count (Dr. Phil has his own circle of hell waiting on him.)