So, you want to move up in the world. You may think taking that class will boost your chances. Maybe, reading self help books is the way to go as it is more cost efficient than a class. Everyone wants to know they are a bad ass in multiple fonts. Some of the more cynical people out there say it is all in who you blow.
And Blowing is right….Blowing the smoke out of your ass. Ok, that just got away from me….I actually meant smoking. Seems like, if you want to be heard, chances at acting, bitch about coworkers and be last one to buzz in your boss’ ear, the only place to be is outside smoking and not in the bedroom or on the desks as one thought before. Before you think, oooh I will start up tomorrow…calm down. Get ready to go out every 15 to 20 minutes for that same length of time. Shit is going down!!! It seems like quite the commitment.
I personally never found those who would take the last thing they heard as gospel to be the most intelligent of individuals and well…I continue to be proven correct. The thing is that it becomes so painfully obvious that it hurts.
If you don’t believe me, here are some very distinct examples:
Exhibit A: Paul Blart starts in on my files from day one. He is very bothered that he can tell who the oldest and youngest builders at the Lego Department. This bothers him frequently and he just won’t shut the fuck up about it. Every day, I hear different reasons why the builders would be upset by this file structure. RIGHT….cuz the builders have nothing better to do than survey our file system. On day 7 or 8 of his new obsession, I acknowledge that maybe filing by birthday may not be efficient but will tackle that issue when I find a solution. I left it there. But then Blart goes for a smoke with Fish.
No sooner did they arrive, smelling of staleness, coffee and sweat, Fish announces his huge breakthrough that we wants us all to listen. He even says oh Gigi you may also want to hear this…. He has decided that the file system {that Blart NEVER has to touch as I am completely in charge of the whole thing} just won’t work and it has become a new priority to obviously change the files for the builders. I am so glad that I was included in that whole things since they are MY GODDAMN files and everything. I am the only one that touches the files or needs them or refers to them….so yeah….
I wish there was a way I could have linked those ten mere mentions of the filing system to see if Blart had anything to do with this “decision” the Fish made. If only there was a way but I can’t imagine.
Exhibit B: Blart is flexing some muscles in regards to how much he knows about what I do. If I have been doing it for 10 years, he obviously has 15 under his belt. He tries to engage me in a discussion that frankly drains my tank of Fucks to Give. I just do a lot of uh huhs and smiling and nodding. He then spews some outlandish shit for internal procedures so that I will react. Again, my Fuck to give ratio is so low that I can’t possibly afford to expend any on this. He gives up and goes for a smoke with his pet Fish.
When they return, Fish has proclaimed our new need for said outlandish procedures. The deadline is yesterday. Yet how can one deem these two incidents as a pattern. Can’t be!
Exhibit C: Fish is confused about policies. He asks me about it. I tell him the answer. Should be cut and dry and if anything, a five minute conversation. We should be so lucky. Insert smoke break and subsequent return here and all of a sudden Fish decides my expertise {at reading} should be substantiated by Blart and can he bring him in to the conversation to answer my question. What question I ask stupidly….Fish repeats his question from earlier. Um….how do you tell someone that they asked you the question and you answered it and the conversation is over? {like wtf are they smoking anyway?} Seems Fish gained new found knowledge in a cloud of smoke and decided he was imparting it to me. Of course, it isn’t even the right answer or what I said but I am pretty sure Blart wanted to be heard. #ventriloquist
Exhibit D: Blart and Fish are going for a smoke. Fish wants me to feel included even if I don’t smoke and points out I am not invited because I don’t smoke. {Glad we got this out of the way Captain Obvious}. So for some reason, they start talking about smoking and I said I am not about to start so I can be part of the cool kids because to start smoking now would be stupid. They go and come back and it doesn’t take me long to see that, together, they have prepared an argument in favor of smoking that would make the District Attorney on Law and Order look unprepared.
Well holy shit, seems like I rest my case!