Holy incompetent one
“Common sense is not so common.” ~Voltaire
I have compassion and the ability to be nice. Really, I do. I can also be sympathetic and/or empathetic and feel for my common man. But if there’s one thing that bugs the shit out of me, it’s incompetence. Grown ass people who don’t understand the most basic things and then look (or respond) quizzically like it’s so fucking difficult to find out the name of a room. Really, it’s not. Promise.
At this point I’ve had it up to my eyeballs with incompetence covered in bullshit and I’m just a tad bit irritated to say the least. And though I try to be nice, it’s always met with more stupidity. Sometimes I want to grab people by the shoulders, give them a good shake and maybe speak a little louder, then maybe, just maybe all will be understood and I will not have to go home to pick pieces of ham off of my pizza after waiting for it for 45 damn minutes*.
Maybe this is just more pot/kettle/black action, because lord knows that I’m not the sharpest tool in the shed. But what I would enjoy more than anything, is to ask for something and then receive without an eye roll and receive it at the time specified and not at a pace determined by a…I don’t know…a snail perhaps? Is there anything that can go slower than a person who works at the dreaded BofA? I think not**.
Either way it’s annoying and frustrating and I’m apparently quite worked up about it. Now I shall bang my head onto my desk because this folks has been my morning.
*I ended up getting my pizza for free and a new pizza delivered. But I’m still pissed
** Wait, spoke too soon, TSA, those motherfuckers move like you’re obviously at an airport for your health and not to catch a plane!