When the Whs dudes get pissed, they have this little system.
…It involves demolishing things: product that is already compromised, trucks in the yard that no longer run…I’ve heard tell of it more than I’ve seen it in action, but I have to say, the enticement it offers, far surpasses most anything else. Great feats in their past include forking a diesel one-ton into the air at its top-most height, than shoving it off, busting tires, shocks, struts, engine pieces and windows at random. Another (ongoing) is to run into same said truck, with forks primed, and skewer it repeatedly like it is no more than a tin can or something made from aluminum foil.
…They will, upon occasion, shoot nail guns at the dead product pile, annihilating it further as it spews splinters in mini explosions like a machine gun in War. I’m told that shattering cracked glass is also edifying in accomplishment, or putting a fist through a wood panel…in which case, I will just have to take their word for it.
…All I know is that in the fucked up lunatic asylum that is the “office,” I don’t have anything to take my frustrations out on but people. Believe me, nothing would make me happier than to slam my stapler through my office window, bursting it like a bomb instantly. I would be very content to kick the absolute shit out of the file drawers until they are nothing but dented safes of paper that no one would be able to gain access to, ever again. I’ve has fantasies of pitching the phone up in the air, and whacking it with a 2 x 4 for a shattering Home Run. There were less sadistic evil tortures done during the Dark Ages, than I’d like to commit daily, to my computer. Very few Politicians I hate get me angrier than my Boss on any given day of the week, and when I have HAD it, there is almost not a prop or piece of office equipment…right down to a paperclip, post-it, or a pen, that I could not easily forsee committing homicide with. And this all happens at LEAST once per day without fail.
…Which is NOT a good environment to be in 40 + hours per week.
I know I am no alone in this. Plenty of people loath their jobs…but they also (most of them) seem to at some point (apparently) come to peace about it, deal accordingly and move on. I, however, being an exceedingly stubborn person in which “fairness” and “competency” rates higher most days than breathing, absolutely CANNOT come to grips with the hand I’ve been dealt. Some days are worse than others. Yes. But even the not-so-bad days, make jesting about the environment more than I can manage until I’ve put a day between me and whatever it is THIS time, that has royally pissed me off.
…And sure, I’ve had plenty of people say, “well, why don’t you just quit?” And I’ve asked myself that question too, only every twenty minutes in every day. But the point is: I can’t. I’m a grown up, with bills to pay, and another career to tend to. I can’t afford to leave. Because I can’t afford to drop in pay for 90 days, and any position higher will require me to be on salary with my time at someone else’s beck and call.
…So instead, I implode about crap, give it air time, throw it up in a blog, and try to make light of it, to take away from the power it holds over me. But it knows it. I don’t know who I’m really kidding, frankly. But it seems like the more positive thing to do. So I do it.
…And I’m doing it now, from my car (again), taking a lunch minus food…just me with my computer and some Netflix, jerry-rigging a sort of drive-in theater environment for a half hour or whatever, just to cool me down a bit so I don’t go on a rampage shooting staples at the Boss’s face.
It’s all I could think of.
…Well, that and setting the whole place on fire.
But being in jail on arson charges doesn’t fit in my rehearsal schedule, really.
I checked.
~D
