New Blog, Same Shit

I thought that I'd start a new blog as the other one had incredibly fallen out of use. It also has a lot of bad memories, bad thoughts, and a lot of history. I felt it was time for a fresh start on a blank canvas. A tabula rasa if you will.

I've been a very angry person lately and I'm not entirely sure why. There's a lot of things in my life that I hate. Work would most likely be prime among them. Two days a week my job entails fixing the mistakes for people who are too lazy and/or stupid to do their jobs correctly. These people we gave pictures in order to help them do their jobs because we thought words were too complicated for them. They still don't care or can't comprehend the pictures and I get angrier and angrier as these days go on. I'm constantly running to solve these problems. I come back from one to find another at the other end of the system. It's never ending.

Management won't say a thing to these people. They're afraid that if they say anything that these people will leave and there won't be the money that they're being charged. My dad met my mother when i was five years old. I ran roughshod over everyone because no one told me now because they were afraid that I was "going to have another seizure". So i did what i wanted. My father came along and spent the next ten years whipping my ass until I got the idea of how to act properly in civilization.

How do you expect people to improve when you won't tell them that they're doing something wrong. Management seems to think that if they leave these people alone that they'll magically do things better. That's bullshit and everyone knows it. I guess the older that I get, the less tolerance I have for the stupidity of others. That sentence by itself probably speaks volumes on the subject. I come across as very arrogant and dismissive perhaps in these last few paragraphs. There was a point in my life that I'd make excuses and try to help these people along. There was a point that I went above and beyond. I guess life has worn me down a bit. I'm still very in tune with that person, but the times that I am have become much fewer as the years press on.

My capacity for drama has dropped to zero. After having enough of my own real life drama, I really can't abide the drama queens any longer. I've cut a good portion of my family out of my life because of their constant drama, or the bitching of their constant drama.

Anyway, I'm going to publish this as it took me the better part of two hours to write between stupid and/or lazy people keeping me constantly running this morning.

Mahalo