Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Day Thirty-Seven to Day Sixty-Seven. My Ears Are Burning.


I haven't written in a really long time because I've been incredibly angry with work in the last month for a variety of reasons. I know it’s my issue, that I determine my attitude, that’s it’s my job to be happy but…and isn’t there always a BUT… I work with jack asses, and although I shouldn’t take on their bullshit, I do, because these people are deplorable – and it makes me unhappy to be surrounded by such nonsense. And yes I am currently looking for a new job, but in the meantime, this is what I’ve heard in the last month and I am not exaggerating in the least, actually I wish I was:

Am I sending this fax to a terrorist?
-          The name of the recipient was Hussain.
What’s the name of that chink agent that used to work here?
Us Jews should get blue collar jobs.
Did you see the tit’s on that one?
Why are they crying? Didn’t they find them?
-     In response to a co-worker who found her missing sister after the disaster in Japan.

Oh, you’re smart I can talk to you now.
-     When I responded that I was actively reading certain classics, and basically read books in general.

Deplorable? No?

Oy.To.The.Vey.