Of Mangling Projects and People

This is not the job I signed up for.

Having said that (which is my newest favorite phrase), I knew I was walking blindly into a shitstorm. What I didn't realize is how little knowledge I truly have and that bullshit only goes so fucking far.

Dealing with the day to day vagaries of people is awfully fucking frustrating. When I say do something I mean do it NOW, not when you feel like it. When you feel like it, it's going to be awfully uncomfortable with a saw-z-all jambed up your ass with the trigger lock on. The other side of the coin is dealing with the customers. What part of "we'll start rebuilding your shithole in three months" don't they understand? It's as if I've stopped speaking English and started speaking Swahili.

BTW, I'm not gonna fucking paint all of the walls in your house and change all of the fucking carpet just because you think you hit the fucking 6-49, and if you keep aggravating me I might just blow up your house with you and your stupid family in it.

I really wish that both my staff and the witless retards that are the insured's had to spend a week in my shoes, if only so they could understand what it's like dealing with 100 or so people all acting like spoiled little shitheads wanting everything handed to them on a silver fucking platter.

This job has really put things in perspective for me. I learned a long time ago that taken as a whole people are self-centered morons. In the position that I'm in, it's as if that has all been put under a magnifying glass and amplified to 11.

I no longer live life wearing the altruistic rose-coloured glasses that I used to. I used to believe in a certain base human decency. Those illusions are long gone, only to be replace with bitterness and anger. It is a constant struggle to reign in my dark half, which only a select few can truly appreciate. For those at work that get to see me in fine form, all I can say is enjoy it while it lasts (Cory you'd love it).

Later.

-It's better to burn out than fade away.