Posts Tagged ‘slow suicide’

American Idol and the unrelated shit job

Monday, 7 March 2011

Why is American Idol even a contest?

In every city they find at least 3 gifted singers with minor vocal “flaws” that are undetectable by 99% of the listening public.

When a winner is “crowned” the rest of the finalists go on an American Idol Tour, and not a few times the runners-up and “losers” end up more popular and  famous than the winners.

No losers, no contest.

Speaking of hapless losers, for some reason, the shit job has grown even shittier the past few days.  The asshole boss came back from a national meeting an even bigger asshole than when he left.  For two days he’s been in everyone’s face, complaining.  One of our best workers, after listening to his undeserving shit, said, ‘What the hell’s the matter with you?”

“I’ll tell you what’s the matter, I’m tired of bad customer service!”

This is a biz that scrambles to kiss the ass of every customer no matter how much they lie, curse and steal from us.  As a fellow worker succintly put it, “Some of these customers are swearing at me from the first word, then run off to Management, which immediately caves in to their demands.  We’re rewarding customers for being assholes.”

I hate the shit job but have nothing but admiration and even love for my fellow employees.  I’m amazed at how much we give in this thankless environment.  It’s our own Vietnam, only instead of battling Charlie and our own government, we’re warring against shitbirds and clueless managment.

Management lives in a vacuum, it’s a univeral constant.  I can understand the need and desire to turn a profit, but they make it harder on themsevles and us by ignoring reality, and right now the reality of the world is it’s shittier than usual.  The jug-eared muslim-lover is busy golfing while the Middle East burns.  Even before gas prices were soaring, no one was spending money and the suckdick libmedia still refuse to tie this to fear of our own unstable government.  People aren’t fools, they don’t invest and hire when unpredictable, lawless thugs are in charge.  So once again, a hearty Fuck You to anyone who voted for The Kenyan and anyone who watches American Idol and still believes it’s a contest.