You ever see someone in a supervisory role and notice how they just hate their fucking life? They always look tired, angry, and just generally perturbed. I know when I was younger, I used to look forward to being in that role. I’d think about how different it would be, how happy I would be. How I’d make this place better, so I don’t have to be like them.
Well, I’m in that role, and fuck. I’ve finally awoken to realize there is a reason why said supervisor is just a hollow ball of anger and frustration. It’s not the higher ups, usually. They can be unpleasant and demanding, but they generally have a reason why, a method behind the madness, if you will. No, it’s not them. It’s all the little fucking whiney punk ass kids who feel like the world owes them a favor. It’s the morons, who no matter how many times, or in how many ways you explain something, seem to fail to grasp even the most basic of concepts. Perhaps when everyone else was in line for a brain, they saw sometime shiny and decided that was more important.
It’s supposed to be my job to shape and mold these cretins. These horrible little beings that I’d much rather afix a “Return to Sender” label on and ship back to whatever decrepit hole they called home before this. But no, I have to find a way to make them useful, find some way to send them off as something better than what they came as. It’s not easy, and I’d rather just line them up and shoot them in the head. I’d love to cleanse the world of their genetic makeup before they have a chance to breed and spawn more little burdens to society.
Now, maybe this isn’t fair. Maybe I just need to give them a chance. Maybe this entire rant doesn’t make any fucking sense. But fuck it. It’s what it is, and it’s how I feel.