I have never mini-ranted before, but darnit, it is time!
To the upstairs neighbors of mine - Could you please be a little more considerate. I understand that you are a fuck-up, and that in the two years you’ve lived here I have taken care off all the things we are supposed to share responsibility for. I do this because otherwise, the house looks like shit. You work a lot, and I understand, but damnit, I work full time and am a full time student. I get stuff done, can’t you? Also, you work 2 weeks on, 2 weeks off. I hate that you spend your entire 2 weeks at home with 7+ people in your apartment (which I’m sure wasn’t in your lease, since several are your old roommates who were kicked out because they destroyed things) and you have the audacity to complain that my dog (who was actually in my lease before you lived here) barks when you and your friends go out on the porch to smoke at 4 am. I notice you smoke inside the rest of the day, why go outside then? Oh, that’s right, fuckstick. I forgot, you need to go outside so you can throw beer bottles at the road. I was out behind the house, taking out trash, when the first few hit. I love that you throw glass bottles right behind where I park every day. Glad I drive through the alley and pull in the back…
Fuckwit manager - I go to school certain days of the week. I explained this to you when I started, and for aobut a month you were great about it. I had an hour buffer before I had to be at work to run home and eat, but now you are scheduling me at 4 when I told you since I started that I’d be at school until 6. I’m sick of being wrote up for being “late” on these days. I found a fucking person to cover for me and work the hours, and I showed up as soon as I could, and you approved the schedule change. Why the fuck do you have to write me up?
Co-workers - Please, stop calling me at home. I know it’s a hard job, really. I know you are busy and all. I mean, cooking at a small restaurant, damn - it must be difficult. Things go in the same spot everyday there. Do not call me when I’m off work to see if I know where something is. Especially if it is something as simple as garlic butter (in a fucking Italian restaurant) I imagine you can find (or make) some…
Also, Classmates - Fuck off. I am part of this group because it was assigned to me. We all were given a part to write. I wrote mine, with a book I borrowed from the library through an inter-library loan. I don’t mind letting you use it, but I gave you my paper weeks ago. I know my paper and that book are relevant to yours and you have to use them to write your component, but fuck, when I ask you a week before it is due if I can have the book back because my computer crashed and I lost my paper, why do you have to be such a bitch? You’ve refused to get me the book back, or the copy of my paper I emailed you, but you are pissed at me because “as a group, we aren’t done” Fuck off. I would’ve been done a week ago instead of the day before it is due but you wouldn’t help me out at all, and now you want me to give your part of the presentation because you can’t attend that day. You’ve only known about this presentation since the damn beginning of the quarter. You also know that it is the same time as class everyday, yet for some reason on this random tuesday out of winter quarter, you have to work no matter what? And you know this already? You just started the job two days ago. You should have told them you need that day off, and if you didn’t, your grade isn’t exactly my responsibility since you haven’t done your work so far. I’m not covering for your ass. You are a senior psych major with a minor in sociology. I am an english major. I took this soci class because I wanted to fulfill my upper-level elective stuff and this one sounded interesting. You’re here because you want to make a career in this stuff. Please, show up and do your shit…
I feel a million times better…thank you tiny rants…
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