the life and musings of a kinky slut


I don’t consider myself a bitch, per se. I am highly opinionated, and, when it comes to my job, I am greatly annoyed when others do not know their shit.

And so it happened that today I had to deal with an annoying dumbass.

I’d worked with him before. For the first hour of our interactions, I thought he was new. Like brand new. Like just started in the business new.

I tried to teach him what I knew and help him with the work. It was a 5am call. I was tired. But I figured if I helped him learn now I wouldn’t have to deal with his incompetence later.

And so it happened, that around 6am, as I’m explaining something else to him, he turns to me and says, “I’ve worked for Company Q before. You don’t have to talk to me like I’m a child.”

I could have reacted to him in many different ways. I could’ve just turned and walked away. I could’ve laughed, considering Company Q is thought of by many in my industry as being full of idiots who don’t know shit. I could have told him how pathetic a worker I thought he was if he had experience with another company and yet seemed like he knew nothing.

Instead, I calmly said I was just trying to help him because it seemed liked he didn’t understand something.

For the rest of my extremely long gig, I attempted to avoid him. For some strange reason, he seemed to take this as me liking him because he then decided to follow me around and try to talk to me like we were buddies. Like we were equals.

Frankly I was rather angry he was being paid the same amount of money as me to do a piss poor job.

Of course, since I had such a great time with him before, he just had to show up again. Today. Unfortunately he was the only other crew member for my department; therefore I could not get away from him.

I put my headphones in and concentrated on my tasks. At one point he got my attention, saying something to the effect of, “What? Do I have to say your name to talk to you?” Obviously the fact that my project was separate from his AND I was wearing my headphones didn’t clue him in to my desire to not fucking talk to him.

He ended up following me around again.

His incompetence shined multiple times. Not properly securing equipment. Not know the correct procedure to manipulate the equipment. And messing with equipment from another department that had nothing to do with his task.

By the end of the day, I just wanted to sit back and laugh. This motherfucker was getting paid the same amount as me. This idiot who didn’t bring the proper equipment to work. Who basically calls me condescending but then shows his incompetence at almost every step.

Sometimes I just want to scream.

Why can’t people just show up, know their shit, do their job, and leave? Why do I have to deal with idiots?


[Of course I know the answer. It’s because I’m not one.]

Categorised as: Rant | Work

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