Oh My God

He's back. That dirty, stupid son of a bitch is just lounging with his feet up in the USF computer lab, droning on and on into his cellphone about how miserable he is, about how his LSAT preparation class is "killing him" and "I really should be working on this." But first he has to expound upon the labor market, about older, more expensive workers being replaced by younger, cheaper workers like "you and me."

Who would hire this asshole?

It reminds me of this one time, I was working in the mail room for an insurance company in downtown San Francisco. I went into the kitchen one day to heat up some leftovers in the microwave, and there were two women there, baby boomers, talking about a report they'd on 60 Minutes about the next generation of workers entering the workforce. Apparently this report said that middle-aged middle managers were having to undergo management training to learn how to relate to this generation, because they're coddled and spoiled and lazy or whatever.

This was the entire conversation:

"Why should I have to change my management style? I'm the boss, if they want to work they'll do what I tell them to do."

"That's exactly right. It's ridiculous all the hand-holding that's expected these days. You know, I'm 45, and when I started working, 25 years ago or whatever, nobody treated me that way. By the way, how's your son?"

"Oh, he's okay. You know what he did? He's so funny, his car wouldn't start, so I let him have mine until he could take in and get it fixed. I don't really need a car, because I take the bus. So he leaves it there for almost two months before I finally say, 'shit, I need my car,' so I call and make an appointment to get it looked at, and it turns out, it was out of gas! Isn't that funny?"

What was funny is that this idiot's son was the exact same age as the young people she was bitching about based on the 60 Minutes episode she'd watched. Now, I can pretty much guarantee that this retard's idiot son is not the depressed fuckhead that's always droning into his phone in the USF computer lab, because, well, he's at least a student at USF. So you can imagine what kind of rocket scientist you'd need to be to not notice that your car doesn't start because it's out of fucking gasoline.

What the fuck is wrong with the Jesuits that they can't enforce a goddam "No Cell Phone Policy?"