| This is for all the suck-ass managers I've ever had. They know who they are. I don't think there's a law against putting their names up here, but I don't really want to have to think about them any longer that I have to. |
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Air travel. Get this. I'm on a plane, half full, nobody in first class, and the fucking stewies won't let me heave my huge ass up to sit there, where my bones aren't grinding into gravel. Nice. That, after a delay. When I got to the baggage check, it looked like somebody hurled a bag of predigested cheeze curls onto the floor there. Service with a smile, provided you stay in your tiny seat and eat your hamster pellets like a good passenger.
Cable Modems. Okay, whose bright idea was this? You have internet access, and industry apparently less reliable than air travel. Then you combine that lovely model with cable. Hello? These are the same morons that can't "pencil you in" until Monday two weeks from now to have some schmuck in a hardhat go poke at your cable box and wonder why it ain't working.
Here's another one. Survivor. No, not the show, though it sucks ass too, and will probably earn its very own rant, but the misuse of the word. Survivor. Survivor implies that you live AGAINST odds that you would not. You accomplish this by living through something destructive.You survive a plane crash. That's deadly, right? You survive a head-on auto collision. You survive getting shot. That's good. Alot of people don't! You survive a concentration camp. You survive cancer. But here's the one that drives me crazy. Child abuse. You don't *survive* child abuse. You live through it. I lived through. I was a fucking victim. Now get over it. I didn't *survive* it. If I had been beaten badly enough to place my life in jeopardy, then I had something to survive. But for me, putting me ont he same level as someone who suffered through a concentration camp makes a mockery of the inhumanity and pain they endured. And I will never look at a person, weak and sick from cancer, hairless from the poison in their body, and tell them that *I* am a survivor just like them. That's as ridiculous as finding someone who has been held as a hostage in a foreign land, and saying that because my stepdad knocked me around, I'm feeling their pain. If I ever spun a yarn of crap like that, I hope they'd knock me around. Survivor? I'm not. I was a victim. Child abuse, sexual abuse, and spousal abuse, as heinous as they are, just aren't in and of themselves something you *survive*, unless they contain a direct, life-threatening element.