Maybe we should have let evolution take its course and kill off some of the stupid people in society. And I’m talking about extremely dumb people that lack any sort of common sense whatsoever.
When working in customer service, rudeness and stupidity is a daily thing. Like the people that don’t get the hint that the store is closing despite dimming the lights and shutting the music and still don’t get the hint to leave.
I supposed you can say I am somewhat sensitive to smells. More specifically to strong and/or excessive amounts of perfume and cologne. This can be somewhat demonstrated in my post about what I like to call the Geico caveman phenomenon.
I had a long day yesterday. I was awake for 18 hours (7 AM – 1 AM). I spent a majority of those hours in a very unstocked smoothie shop and painful classes. Needless to say, my brain felt very dead by the time I got back to my dorm room.
You would think I would be able to sleep like a rock after all of that. Apparently not.
Why? Because the girls across the hall woke me up at 3 AM, by being obnoxiously loud. Loud enough to be heard from their closed door and mine. I was contemplating dragging myself out of bed and throwing something at them, since I have an 8 AM class that I need to be somewhat conscious for. Thankfully, someone told them to shut up… unfortunately, I could STILL hear them since they were only slightly less obnoxious.
I couldn’t be bothered to drag myself out of bed and didn’t fall back to sleep until around 4 AM. All this time, my roommate did not appear to be affected by this. Grrrrrr.
I’m going to need to live off of caffeine in order to survive today.
I recently joined the FaceBook group, Keep Your Fucking Hand Down in Lecture and Shut Up. No One Cares. Anyone who has ever been to school experienced the one person in class that refuses to shut up no matter what. Either adding their own little anecdote or to ask a stupid question. I had many encounters with these people, and for some reason a majority of them are non-traditional students. Oh the humanity.
This will just apply to stupid people that I have encountered in general since entering college. This will include people in and outside the classroom/lecture hall:
I shit you not, someone actually asked me this question. I believe this set off my general hatred for freshmen despite only being one last year. The worst part was that it was her first day of work in the dining hall and she clung onto me as her “mentor” for some strange unknown reason. She asked me this question as soon as the shift was over. At the time I was frikkin’ flabbergasted. Really? You’re in college now, you should know better by now not to ask such inappropriate questions. I expect this from a child, not an 18 year old!
And also, is it really that important that you need to know what ethnicity I am? Is this little tidbit of information suddenly going to give you insight of who I am? Despite the fact that I just met you three hours ago?! Does that timeframe make you think it is appropriate to ask such a rude question that isn’t any of your damn business?
Needless to say, I think my subtle manner of dealing with her (ie: ignoring her/being mean) since then has gotten through her.
A little off-topic but I remember a couple weeks after the semester started she just grabbed my arm out of no where while I was trying to get something to eat in the dining hall. Really? Is that necessary to yank my arm and nearly dislocate my shoulder in the process? And after you do this, you expect me to sub in one of your shifts for you? Psh.
There are too many things he has said in this class. It was either very obscure/random statistics, personal anecdotes (including his hatred of religion, blahblahblah), and stupid conspiracy theories that make no sense at all. We all hate you. Please shut up. Let the professor do her lesson and wait for when she asks if anyone has anything to say, instead of interrupting the poor woman every ten seconds to open your mouth.
You are the non-traditional student in my same adolescent psych class. I would like to inform you that you are wrong. There is a reason why stereotypes are called that.
How hard is it to say “Vietnamese?!” It isn’t that difficult. There is no nation of “Vietman” therefore I’m not “Vietmanese.” I sometimes wonder how people get into college, then I remember how low high school standards for graduation are.
I hate people.
Tuesday, November 25th, 2008: the day right before break/the day nearly everyone goes home
Begin the day with a late start. Wake up at 8:26 AM and is scheduled for 8:30 AM. Crap. Lots of panicking and running around ensued. Feel free to insert any comedic fast paced music here. By some sort of magic and/or miracle I only somehow managed to make it to work only six minutes late. Not that it really matters since it is my first late since working in dining hall hell.
The next 4.5 hours are the slowest ever. Many students have gone home and/or skipping classes to go home. It is also, let’s-use-up-everything-and-the-student-employees-are-bored-out-of-their-minds-because-they-are-waiting-for-everything-to-be-used-up-so-they-can-finally-do-something.
Inhale lunch, run to disability services, have notes scanned, hang out in library cafe, get coffee, and attempt to do some leisure reading. Instead of reading I spend the next hour and a half playing solitaire on my iPod. What a sad life I live.
Stats lab is evil. Computers, stats, data, required classwork that is for a grade! Just let me out of here!
Head back to dorm. Pack up car. Clean off car. Slipped many times trying to clean off said car. Stupid slush.
Then it’s the fun part! Driving in crappy weather with slush/snow/rain/whatever was falling out of the sky depending on where I was. I somehow make it home without dying. That’s a good thing.
Eat real food… pass out on bed for several hours. It feels good not to have a five class marathon or dining hall hell.
I am one of the few apparently that can’t care less about sports. Unfortunately, I’m probably the only girl in my hallway that is like that. Oh yes, and the fact that it is Super Bowl Sunday.
The annoyance began near the end of the dinner shift at the dining hall. Things pretty much came to a complete halt as soon as it hit around 6 PM. Thank you, Super Bowl, for pretty much eliminating the amount of people coming to eat dinner by about 75%. I didn’t mind this since it meant that there was a slight hope that we actually could get out earlier. Fate was against this and destroyed this slim hope.
So there I was, with a bucket and rag and already finished cleaning all of the tables on my half of the dining hall while someone else was cleaning the other half. There were only a few select tables that have yet to be cleaned because people like to be stupid and stay past closing time. They weren’t even eating, instead they were just lounging about and talk about absolutely nothing while I wait impatiently.
One part of me wants to pour the lukewarm, soapy water on them, and the other half feels like smashing my head against the nearest wall hoping that would let me leave earlier due to me getting a concussion.
Slowly, each one of them leaves… except two particular tables that were currently occupied by the stereotypical ghetto girlz from da hood. It’s nearly 7:30, meaning that my shift will be over soon. I tap my foot impatiently and pace around those tables hoping that they would get a hint. Their heads are obviously filled with nothing but air and they do not take the hint. Thankfully, one of the women who work full-time at the dining hall kicked them out before i get a chance to strangle one of them with the cleaning rag.
I help with the pots and clock out. I slowly make my way back to my dorm room. I decide that it would be best to go to the library cafe and get some of my English homework done while everyone in the entire campus watches the game. I go to the cafe and I’m pleased to see that it is nearly empty. Everyone is too busy watching the game in their residence halls.
I return to my residence hall about an hour and a half later after finishing all of my English work and getting my caffeine and sugar fix. I hear screams from hundreds of yards away. Apparently, the Giants are doing well.
The screams only get louder as I make it to my room and the TVs blasts even louder. More rejoicing from everyone except me who only wishes to read her novel in peace. My eye continues twitching as I wait for my food to be delivered because I was deprived of dinner due to work.
