by Ice Cream Jonsey » Fri Jul 02, 2021 7:44 am
Not yet. I have lately had an aversion to something I call "Having to do people's jobs for them." This, along with all the other issues, is what is poisoning America these days. It's easy, right? After a certain number of days, an automated alarm goes off. Missing package! The software tells someone at the USPS to look for it. And then *they* handle the refund and insurance. But you are correct, I will have to go down to the post office and do their job for them.
I don't mind going to the post office and taking care of this in person, it's just that I am utterly repulsed by the fact that once again I have to do another adult's job. That's the true pandemic in this country. I'd say 50% of the working people in the US are perfectly happy to let someone else do their job if it means they don't have to for 15 minutes or an hour or a day or a week. That is something a child does, that is the mentality of a child. If a child is building a sand castle and an adult comes over to make the drawbridge, the child will be OK leaving and prancing in the sea while the adult does the work. I don't want to say that the USPS is exclusively populated with children, but with this issue and the problems we had downtown with our mail, it sure fucken seems that way.
My wife was trying to get some paint at Home Depot the other day and (she is totally on board with the "having to do people's jobs for them" thing, she sees it and gets it) and she said that it seemed like the dumb fucker working the paint computer was going to let her try to figure out how to get the color code. And she refused to do it because she had already spent 11 hours at her job. It took the guy 45 minutes to figure it out, but that's where we are as a society. I hope that by mentioning this concept you guys start to see it too - how much time are you, the collective you, spending managing other people at their jobs because they are too stupid or lazy or both to do it themselves.
It's other industries too. When we moved the arcade games to the house we're in now, the lead mover guy was a drama queen who I disliked immediately. I rarely dislike anyone, mind you. At one point **with the games on the moving truck on the road leading to our property** he solemnly came over and said, hey man, I just don't see how we can get them off the truck and down the driveway. And I looked at him the same way I would if a teaspoon of old mancum had learned how to talk, specifically deciding not to say something like, "Great, leave the truck and hitch-hike back home, you fucking infant, I'll take care of it" or "Oh, I guess you get all the games now! Let me give you a tip for your time too!" or "Shut the fuck up you mewling pisswank baby and do your fucking job.
We had a hot tub delivered a couple of years ago (don't read into that) and the two kids that arrived with it acted as if they had never seen a deck before and were looking at me to try to tell them how to get it there. I drove to work and when I came home it was there, so I guess they magically figured it out. I have no idea why they stared at each other with question marks above their heads like confused Sims until I left.
Oh, back to the movers - they ended up wheeling the games down the driveway with a dolly. For some of the games two of them lifted them down. Amazing. Who could have guessed physically moving them would be what movers did. I guess half of their industry is waiting around for Nightcrawler to show up and offer to teleport grand pianos and unfortunately Kurt was busy fighting Pyro and the Blob that day.
Not yet. I have lately had an aversion to something I call "Having to do people's jobs for them." This, along with all the other issues, is what is poisoning America these days. It's easy, right? After a certain number of days, an automated alarm goes off. Missing package! The software tells someone at the USPS to look for it. And then *they* handle the refund and insurance. But you are correct, I will have to go down to the post office and do their job for them.
I don't mind going to the post office and taking care of this in person, it's just that I am utterly repulsed by the fact that once again I have to do another adult's job. That's the true pandemic in this country. I'd say 50% of the working people in the US are perfectly happy to let someone else do their job if it means they don't have to for 15 minutes or an hour or a day or a week. That is something a child does, that is the mentality of a child. If a child is building a sand castle and an adult comes over to make the drawbridge, the child will be OK leaving and prancing in the sea while the adult does the work. I don't want to say that the USPS is exclusively populated with children, but with this issue and the problems we had downtown with our mail, it sure fucken seems that way.
My wife was trying to get some paint at Home Depot the other day and (she is totally on board with the "having to do people's jobs for them" thing, she sees it and gets it) and she said that it seemed like the dumb fucker working the paint computer was going to let her try to figure out how to get the color code. And she refused to do it because she had already spent 11 hours at her job. It took the guy 45 minutes to figure it out, but that's where we are as a society. I hope that by mentioning this concept you guys start to see it too - how much time are you, the collective you, spending managing other people at their jobs because they are too stupid or lazy or both to do it themselves.
It's other industries too. When we moved the arcade games to the house we're in now, the lead mover guy was a drama queen who I disliked immediately. I rarely dislike anyone, mind you. At one point **with the games on the moving truck on the road leading to our property** he solemnly came over and said, hey man, I just don't see how we can get them off the truck and down the driveway. And I looked at him the same way I would if a teaspoon of old mancum had learned how to talk, specifically deciding not to say something like, "Great, leave the truck and hitch-hike back home, you fucking infant, I'll take care of it" or "Oh, I guess you get all the games now! Let me give you a tip for your time too!" or "Shut the fuck up you mewling pisswank baby and do [i]your fucking job.[/i]
We had a hot tub delivered a couple of years ago (don't read into that) and the two kids that arrived with it acted as if they had never seen a deck before and were looking at me to try to tell them how to get it there. I drove to work and when I came home it was there, so I guess they magically figured it out. I have no idea why they stared at each other with question marks above their heads like confused Sims until I left.
Oh, back to the movers - they ended up wheeling the games down the driveway with a dolly. For some of the games two of them lifted them down. Amazing. Who could have guessed physically moving them would be what movers did. I guess half of their industry is waiting around for Nightcrawler to show up and offer to teleport grand pianos and unfortunately Kurt was busy fighting Pyro and the Blob that day.