Yesterday, as usual on a Monday, I went to work. My work is fairly simple. I work as a service technician and for five days per week I drive my car in between clients.
Some of them drive me crazy. As in not being on time!
Being an anal control freak in regards to any kind of time management I’d say it actually does more to me than “just” to drive me crazy.
Anyhow, lately, some of my clients have hired new staff. Young people, the kind who have parents that probably bend in any and every direction to please their young offspring.
Me, myself, and I
And let me tell you this, these people have zero respect for others. It is like watching a herd of Meghan Markles walking around thinking only about; me, myself, and I.
These are the kind of kids one see in Instagram memes, where they are huffing and puffing cause someone happened to walk in between them and their precious phone or camera being set up for the “perfect moment”.
Quite frankly I’m guessing it may even be close to a miracle kids like these even have a job. Which probably is a very triggering thing to put out there, but let’s put it out there anyways.
Anyhow, yesterday, not one, but two of these weird smart phone generation kids were in my way when trying to do my job.
Like literally in my way!
Little did they know that unlike their presumed weak curling parents this b i t c h really don’t give rats ass about them, or their freakin’ sippy cup, that most people gave up at the age of 5 anyway.
Which is why I released my inner Evelyn Couch, you know Katy Bates’ character in the movie Fried Green Tomatoes, and told them to bugger off.
I bet they cried all the way home, and you know what? I really don’t care.