People who have no sense of responsibility can fuck off with a "free spirit" soaked in the tequila and margarita salt that I should be able to enjoy, but can't because they dropped the fucking ball...AGAIN...and now I have to pay the price.
And these same people who then complain about how overworked they are can fuck off twice more. I don't want to fucking hear it from you. I am tired of hearing about how your life is some how more important than mine, so you have to rush home while I stay here and do your work, because THAT'S fair.
Fricking self-entitled Millennial Generation sorts, who want a trophy for just fricking SHOWING UP, can FTFO. Especially when they piss and moan about how they can't get a job and can't understand why and that the whole job-application process "must be rigged."
Hey, numbnuts, the fact that you have a 1.8 GPA and never did any internships has a hell of a lot more to do with your not getting a job than any kind of "unfairness" on the recruiters' part. (In fact, it would be truly unfair of them to hire you if it meant passing over a person who actually gave a flying crap about doing a good job on stuff.)
For my daughter, I'll add a shout-out to wastewater bacteria that don't know what kind they're supposed to be and persist in being the wrong kind. She'll be going in to work tomorrow to fight with them. But it's a J-O-B, right, sweetie? *ducks*
Fighting a cold that basically put me to bed after I got home yesterday--thereby making me late for the FFOT--can totally fuck off.
What JeffS said. Slim pickings this year, Nobel committee???
I second Laura's nomination of layoffs to FO. I've got some very stressed out loved ones--the company acted like total asshats. Hope they're gonna pay for it, big time.
The bratty kids who hassled me yesterday can fuck off and never come into my library again. Especially the kid who took my picture without asking. Grow up and start thinking about others for a change. And maybe about your education. Otherwise, college is going to eat you alive--and I hope mommy and daddy refuse to bail you out in that event.
Argh. I've got a Saturday Fuck Off because this shit is just NONSENSE. I'm in the middle of taking an online test to be re-certified to ship hazmat. I've taken this test five fucking times before. I know this shit inside and out. However, this particular company that I picked this year can blow me. This is fucking ridiculous.
Here's the thing, assholes. The reason why your third grade teacher gave you tests with trick questions on them was to teach you to read carefully and think critically. As a grown adult taking a test to prove that I have practical knowledge of a particular subject, I DON'T NEED TO WADE THROUGH YOUR FUCKING TRICK QUESTIONS. You are not training me to do anything other than understand what is necessary in order to safely transport materials classified as dangerous. M'kay? Come to think of it, distracting me from the actual useful material with your cutesy little questions, probably written by somebody who thought they were being clever, is fucking DANGEROUS. I need to learn the fucking FACTS of what is necessary to protect people on fucking passenger airplanes when shipping things that can pose a SERIOUS FUCKING PROBLEM if they are not packaged and labeled correctly.
On that subject, look, you fucking idiots. I'm learning this stuff to SHIP THESE THINGS. I am not MAKING THE FUCKING BOXES. I do not, ever, for any reason on any given day, need to know things like how many meters certified UN packaging must succeed in being dropped in order to be considered durable enough. I need to know what kinds of boxes go with what kinds of materials, but I DO NOT, FOR ANY REASON WHAT SO FUCKING EVER need to know the details of how the goddamm thing was made and tested. It has nothing to do with ANYTHING I NEED TO KNOW. I just spent 45 minutes digging through the fucking regulations to find out how far a fucking 4G fiberboard box marked "Y" has to be thrown across a fucking room in order to meet the requirements.
THANKS FOR WASTING MY FUCKING TIME AND NEXT TIME, I'LL GET RECERTIFIED BY SOMEONE ELSE. ASSHOLES.
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People who have no sense of responsibility can fuck off with a "free spirit" soaked in the tequila and margarita salt that I should be able to enjoy, but can't because they dropped the fucking ball...AGAIN...and now I have to pay the price.
And these same people who then complain about how overworked they are can fuck off twice more. I don't want to fucking hear it from you. I am tired of hearing about how your life is some how more important than mine, so you have to rush home while I stay here and do your work, because THAT'S fair.
Fricking self-entitled Millennial Generation sorts, who want a trophy for just fricking SHOWING UP, can FTFO. Especially when they piss and moan about how they can't get a job and can't understand why and that the whole job-application process "must be rigged."
Hey, numbnuts, the fact that you have a 1.8 GPA and never did any internships has a hell of a lot more to do with your not getting a job than any kind of "unfairness" on the recruiters' part. (In fact, it would be truly unfair of them to hire you if it meant passing over a person who actually gave a flying crap about doing a good job on stuff.)
Ricki, your fricking self-entitled Millennial Generation sorts ought to apply to the Nobel Peace Prize committee for their trophy.
And that's my Friday Fuck Off. 'Nuff said.
Layoffs and paycuts.
At least I still have a job, unlike some.
For my daughter, I'll add a shout-out to wastewater bacteria that don't know what kind they're supposed to be and persist in being the wrong kind. She'll be going in to work tomorrow to fight with them. But it's a J-O-B, right, sweetie? *ducks*
Fighting a cold that basically put me to bed after I got home yesterday--thereby making me late for the FFOT--can totally fuck off.
What JeffS said. Slim pickings this year, Nobel committee???
I second Laura's nomination of layoffs to FO. I've got some very stressed out loved ones--the company acted like total asshats. Hope they're gonna pay for it, big time.
The bratty kids who hassled me yesterday can fuck off and never come into my library again. Especially the kid who took my picture without asking. Grow up and start thinking about others for a change. And maybe about your education. Otherwise, college is going to eat you alive--and I hope mommy and daddy refuse to bail you out in that event.
Argh. I've got a Saturday Fuck Off because this shit is just NONSENSE. I'm in the middle of taking an online test to be re-certified to ship hazmat. I've taken this test five fucking times before. I know this shit inside and out. However, this particular company that I picked this year can blow me. This is fucking ridiculous.
Here's the thing, assholes. The reason why your third grade teacher gave you tests with trick questions on them was to teach you to read carefully and think critically. As a grown adult taking a test to prove that I have practical knowledge of a particular subject, I DON'T NEED TO WADE THROUGH YOUR FUCKING TRICK QUESTIONS. You are not training me to do anything other than understand what is necessary in order to safely transport materials classified as dangerous. M'kay? Come to think of it, distracting me from the actual useful material with your cutesy little questions, probably written by somebody who thought they were being clever, is fucking DANGEROUS. I need to learn the fucking FACTS of what is necessary to protect people on fucking passenger airplanes when shipping things that can pose a SERIOUS FUCKING PROBLEM if they are not packaged and labeled correctly.
On that subject, look, you fucking idiots. I'm learning this stuff to SHIP THESE THINGS. I am not MAKING THE FUCKING BOXES. I do not, ever, for any reason on any given day, need to know things like how many meters certified UN packaging must succeed in being dropped in order to be considered durable enough. I need to know what kinds of boxes go with what kinds of materials, but I DO NOT, FOR ANY REASON WHAT SO FUCKING EVER need to know the details of how the goddamm thing was made and tested. It has nothing to do with ANYTHING I NEED TO KNOW. I just spent 45 minutes digging through the fucking regulations to find out how far a fucking 4G fiberboard box marked "Y" has to be thrown across a fucking room in order to meet the requirements.
THANKS FOR WASTING MY FUCKING TIME AND NEXT TIME, I'LL GET RECERTIFIED BY SOMEONE ELSE. ASSHOLES.
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