Monday, January 12, 2015
He was having a particularly rough moment when he overheard the following: maaaannn, what is this shit??! You mean I can't make photocopies and collate that data for the boss whose ass I'm trying to kiss while I'm supposed to be doing real face time in the customer support unit?? And what's with gettin' shit on for showing up late?? I was sooo hung over, come on! Can't a guy get a break around here?? And they actually expect me to write up a report for what I did???! Seriously??!? WTF!!!
Waeg wants to laugh, but waeg has never felt so. . .entitled. Waeg knows he's been given some lucky breaks, true. . . but waeg has also learned to step up and represent proper when needed, and to shut the fuck up about those lucky breaks when it came time to account. . . he just wants the same response to be available to those who come after him.
Waeg thinks about sayin' somethin, but he knows the response he'll get: who is that old stoopid fuckin waeg to speak to ME? He made his choice, he should learn his place, that shill for the man. . .
Waeg moves on, and slides.