Situation: a mandatory hazmat and emergency procedures training meeting
wait, what? Oh, a meeting? Oh right. Okay….fuck me, I hate these things. Another damn suit flapping his lips and I have to sit there and pretend I know what the fuck is going on. Ugh, I’d rather be working….so, wheres the suit…wait, WHAT? A speakerphone? God fucking damn it, they are shitting me! Fuckers! Why the fuck am I here? I have work to do! Don’t you people realize that this is a fucking waste of my fucking time? I have better things to do than stare at people’s faces, stare at the wall, or stare at my fucking thumbs while I wait for this fucking bullshit to wrap up and I can get back to work. Jesus h. Christ…[45 minutes later]…goddamn it, I hate hearing people!
Aftermath: A rant to my immediate supervisor. He relays my complaints to HR. HR calls me in to apologize and get my recommendations on how to handle future meetings and proper accomdations.
I don’t hate hearing people anymore. They are all just kinda dumb, instead. Like confused puppies that piddled on the carpet.