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| Friday, December 10, 2004 03:52 AM |
| Cranky Rainy Nastiness |
| by poppy |
I am cranky. This is not unusual or anything, but I'm feeling the cranky in a poignant way this morning. I should be in a good mood: my semester is almost over, and I even get a day or two in the next week to just do nothing. But my stress level is still elevated for other reasons, and therefore I am feeling the little stresses of everyday living that much more. I have been snappy with people this morning, and I could chalk it up to the rain or my achy back or even just that I'm not a nice person. But you know what I really think it is? People are stupid.
There are some people that are stupid that I don't mind, because their stupidity either does not affect me, is not of a particularly offensive variety, or simply does not even enter my radar. Today, I am being bombarded with stupidity that affects me, that I find offensive, and that I cannot get away from. I've decided that one of the more annoying brands of stupidity is where the perpetrator of the stupidness is not aware of how insignificant they are in the scheme of the universe. Therefore, these people believe their job/what they have to say is of some great importance, when really the people around them could not give a fuck. Some examples from my morning:
There is a woman who handles scheduling for the meeting rooms. When there is a change in the schedule, she emails my department and security, my department because we let people reserve empty rooms, security because they unlock said rooms. That's fine. I get irritated when emails are sent out regarding room changes that took place one or more days ago. Let us review: The only reason for the emails is to ensure that my department does not double book and that security opens the rooms when there is something scheduled. How the fuck can I double book something after the fact? Lest there be any misunderstanding, neither my department nor security keeps any record of this; in both cases the information is scribbled down on a preprinted schedule and promptly forgotten about, by us because very few people try to reserve stuff and by security because the rooms are almost always unlocked anyway. No one can figure out why we are being notified about this. I would like to add that if there is a slight misspelling we are treated to a corrective email as well. WE DON'T CARE.
The secretary here is a freak. She probably could be in a freak show, but that's another story. This one insists on calling and confirming information everyday when nothing has changed. We're not working in a high tech place here, but we have online calendars and such that allow us to check up on what's going on. We also have printed copies, just in case there is a monsoon that knocks out the power but for some reason someone still wants to know if the computer lab is open. So don't call me and tell me the schedule. If you want to call and say, there is no change in the schedule, fine. But this woman calls and proceeds to go into detail about it, and no one else here has the time to worry about that. We have the schedule. Get a grip.
Then this morning, a woman called, and it's a long story why she was complaining about losing her library card, but she lives someplace that is no longer giving us money, so there you go. After going into some detail about why her people are no longer giving our people money, she proceeds to say, but I'm a county employee. Now, when you are hired as a county employee, you are told that one of the benefits of being an employee is that you get a fucking library card. You have to sign something stating that you realize you're getting a library card, and how you should take care of it and stuff. She works for us. She works for us, the place that has been sending out faq sheets all week about this issue, and who have known that this very situation was going to happen for a year.
On a non-stupidity related note that one could argue points to stupidity on the parts of the people who plan these things, they are installing a coffee bar in the library today. This is good. I could use some coffee. What is bad is that part of the installing requires a hydraulluic nail gun, which is used every few minutes at uneven intervals with no warning. This is taking place twenty feet from my desk. This morning has taken several years off of my life.
So in other words, the nastiness referred to lives in me. I need a nap. Or some coffee.
Note: As I posted this, the sociopathic faux Scottish guy came in and said "good morning lass" like he does every morning, and as on every other morning I ignored him. I want to add "sociopathology" to "stupidity" as things that are bugging the shit out of me today. |
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