Okay, so I got a job, but I’m not starting it for another 2 weeks, so untill then, I still have to do the whole “Dance, money, dance” shit with the job center. However, today, I think they went too far.
The lady holding the seminar about how to look persentable at an interview was just straight up offensive, rude, and were attacking people for how they looked FOR A JOB CENTER MEETING. She kept talking to people as if they were mentally challenged and like they didn’t know how to fucking handle themselves.
Today is laundry day, so I had to throw on an old hoodie that’s way too baggy, but it was either that, or a torn shirt. So when the attacks came to me, we had a nice little spree of “change this, change that”.
I showed her a picture, and told her EXACTLY how I dressed for my interview where I got hired, and she said that that was fine, but that I should dress nicer all the time, because you never know when a job opportunity might arise! (Which is a fair point, but there’s no need to be a fucking elitist prick and talk down to people because they don’t dress 100% every single day).
So on thursday we’re going to this “employment meeting” where we can hand in our CV’s and shit straight to employers. I am going because I want to talk to a company there that specializes in outsourcing swedish youth to the UK as work force, so I don’t mind it that much. But the list of demands they had for people? God fucking damn. Here’s a short list of things they said were “demands” (which I know is bullshit. They can REQUEST, but not demand this).
Again, I know they want what’s best for us, but there is no reason (again) to be rude about it.
They did an exercise though that I respected them for. We had to look at pictures of ~20 people, and then we had to guess their profession based on their appearance. THEN, we were all assigned to a local company, and we had to answer if we would employ the persion on the screen, and then explain why/why not.
That exercise was very good in teaching people how first impression is very important. I gathered that that was the entire message of the seminar, but they went at it in a wrong way by publicly pointing out errors in peoples clothes.
So 3/10. Heart in right place, execution horrible.
Now I’ve become some fucking 24/7 relationship fixer.
I don’t mind helping people. But there’s wanting help, and there’s moaning about the same shit over and over and not fucking taking the advice I am giving and attempt to fix it.
If you’re gonna act like a fucking doormat, expect to be treated like one. I’m not gonna fucking stand up and fight your fight when I’ve already told you I think he’s a fucking prick. I told you that 5 fucking years ago. You don’t get to come and be a fucking crybaby, saying “Why didn’t I see this coming?” when I called it that long ago.
I have to be up in 6 hours, but I can’t fall asleep because of the constant messages.
On my phone, so can’t “read more” this mother fucker.
In my town, there’s a total of five stations.. ONE is good. ONE has all the good doctors, all the competent staff, and people who gives a shit about their patients.
The reason for this rant/rage is because of what has happened today. My grand mother was supposed to have a follow-up due to an incident earlier this year. But you know what happened? The doctor never followed it up. His reason? Because he was heading out for vacation, and didn’t want to shorten it down to take care of his patients.
Now, I know it might be unreasonable to ask of him to reduce is vacation to take care of my grand mother, but he could do what he was fucking supposed to do. File for the follow up so she could at least get to see a specialist.
The worst part of this is seeing how fucking angry my dad was. If the doctor would’ve been in the room, my dad would’ve fucking punched his face in. We’re talking pure, Fist of the North Star, blind rage here. He slammed every door on the way out, and you could hear in his voice that this wasn’t going to be easy for my dad to handle.
I’m concerned for my grand mother, but in all honesty, I am more concerned about my dad. I haven’t seen him this angry in years. I haven’t seen him this worked up and ready to break someones face EVER. I really fucking hope he calms down. He has a heart condition, so rage like this could send him over the fucking edge, and I am terrified of that. That this might give him that heart attack that he’s avoided 3-4 times now.
I’m sorry for the rant, I just had to get it out somewhere, because I want to be calm and collected when Rho arrives tonight.
If you excuse me, I am going to let my rage out on the League of Legends community.
I log on to check through my dash real quick before attempting to sleep again.
You fucking spoil the season finale of Glee for me.
So dear NON-“READ MORE”-CONSIDERING BASTARDS, I HOPE YOU’RE FUCKING HAPPY
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH </end rage>
And the cunt just shut the fucking door in my face.
And to justify my complaint: Her daughter was pouring water all over the balcony so it was flooding down the edges and pouring down all over our decorations. The thing is, if it would’ve just been one wave of water, I would’ve understood and just ignored it, but this went on for TWENTY MINUTES, so I went up there (if anything) make the kid stop.
But the response I got was “Not my fucking problem” and she shut the door in my face. Granted, the kid stopped, but her mother is such a stuck up cunt who thinks her daddy can save her out of any fucking situation like this (she has pretty much started a fight with every single resident in this building as far as I know).
Sorry for ranting, I just really hate this neighbour as she has no respect for anyone else.
I can understand that the music scene is moving very fast and introducing alot of new genres in a very short time (I’m still learning about some different variations of dubstep), but I beg of you… please…
IF YOU ARE PRODUCING MUSIC, TAKE THE TIME TO LEARN WHAT GENRE IT IS YOU’RE PRODUCING..
This is not a stab at anyone, but the difference between Moombahton and Moombahcore is quite big, yet 80% of all songs tagged as Moombahcore that I find are actually Moombahton.
Here’s the easy difference: If it destroys your bass, it’s moombahcore. If it makes you want to dance rather than just flail around, it’s moombahton.
Again, I am not mad.. just stressed.