Words no longer in my vocabulary

Nothing like the price of gas to piss me off. Coupled with owing a load of green on my taxes this year, it’s a bright neon sign that says my days doing this ‘day job’ are over. A new career path, one which can couple back to the film industry, is in it’s infancy for me (for a hint, I’m an ELECTRIC on set… so I’m going to use some of that skill in the real world). One of the irritations right now is I have to play the waiting game (as it is an apprenticeship). Ugghh.

The waiting game does allow for a great deal of ‘out of the box thinking’. I see examples of the Dilbert Principle all over the place. It’s a good reminder that I really don’t want to be involved in an organization, built on a very simple principle, that favours spinelessness and desire to be a puppet over skill and ability. I know, the Dilbert Principle goes to great lengths to describe this as existing across the whole of corporate America, but this really feels like it’s taking the piss. And if it’s not, I really think it’s safe to say that evolution really doesn’t exist, as we are truly progressing backwards over the last 3,000 years. The ancient Greeks and Romans were more civilized and intelligent than the lot of this new populace.

This, however, really is the tip of the iceberg. Those who have had any significant dialogue with me know that my thoughts around our de-evolution, in my opinion, started in 325 AD when Constantine declared Christianity the official state religion. Full of contradiction and plagiarism, nothing else. Id est, let’s spread the word of tolerance, forgiveness and understanding at the pointed end of a sword, and more currently, guns and Patriot missiles. And, very representative of this viewpoint, is the word sorry, which Oxford defines thusly:

1. Feeling distress or pity through sympathy with someone else’s misfortune.
2. Feeling or expressing regret or penitence.
3. In a poor or pitiful state.
4. Unpleasant and regrettable: a sorry business.

Needless to say, my issue with the aforementioned word relates to definition #2 the most. I don’t regret anything. True enough, there are a lot of things I’ve contemplated changing in my life, as those who know me know I’ve fucked up huge on a highly consistent basis (I am a screw-up… try to keep that in mind). And maybe, just maybe, in younger, less mature days I may have regretted some. But now, nothing. If I piss you off, I meant it. Perhaps it was not direct intent that did it, but I did intend the action that indirectly pissed you off. If it still bothers you, get over yourself. I’m not on this planet to kiss other people’s ass.

Yet in my day to day actions at the ‘day job’, I hear that Gods awful word. Again. And again. And so forth. For banging into me. Getting in my way. Making my tasks far more difficult. And to the whole lot who love using that bullshit word, I have this to say. Bullshit. Just like the nature of the word, you intended the action that directly or indirectly pissed me off. Deal with it. Sure as fuck I have to. And if you do feel bad, remorseful, here’s hint to all you ‘S-word’ sayers. Be proactive. Do something to rectify the situation, instead of just saying your piece of bullshit to give you the false sense of satisfaction. And to those who cannot adapt, grow, and evolve, I just have this to say:

How very Christian of you.

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