Hoo Hoo Hoo
November 23, 2016
My day, in a nutshell.
I experienced evidence of America's imminent collapse firsthand this morning.
As I am forced to do every day at work, I attended a meeting wherein everyone tells the management what they're currently working on, and what is holding them up in the execution of such work. Which I find odd, since a) the management, having assigned everyone the work they're doing, ought to know what it is in fact that we are doing, and b) they never actually fix any of the things that slow us down over the course of the day anyway.
How these meetings progress is pretty straight-forward. They talk about safety issues and quality issues and production issues that affect everyone, and then do a sort of circle around our group to see if we have any unique input. When Denny was up, he simply reminded the management that they're not going to get all of the drone pieces out of him that they would like, due to a bevy of parts and materials shortages that have never been addressed.
And this, this caused my boss's boss to laugh out loud. He then proceeded to mock me in front of the assembled gaggle of my coworkers, deriding my 'huge' vocabulary. Which I found odd, since I didn't think 'bevy' was such an unusual or uncommon word, but he made a specific point of trying to make hay out of the fact that I didn't just say 'lots'. Marduk forbid if I'd have gone out on a limb and used 'plethora' instead.
Anyhow, my ignorant teabagger nitwit peers (and I use that word generously) engaged in a dull chuckle afterwards. So apparently, Jockstrap McDouchebag thinks people having more than a passing command of the English language is a negative, as do, uh, most of my coworkers. It's amazing how, every time I think these imbeciles couldn't get any more stupid, they go out of their way to prove me wrong - and spectacularly.
But that's all right. I can play this game. Oh, can I. If my talky talks are apparently too much for the management to handle, I simply won't use words from now on. Not a one. If this noxious humanoid skidmark is vexed by my usage of a four letter word (four!), I can just grunt at him from now on, any time he bothers to address me at all. Hoo. Ooh ooh hoo. I've got years of practice at that, after all.
I used to portray the notorious Urban Barbarian on television, you see. Sure, it was public access television. And in Omaha, Nebraska. But still.
Hoo.