Adventures in Misanthrophy!

So, no real secret: I hate people. Current company excluded. Generally, the rule is such; if I don't know you, you're probably stupid and annoying and I hate you. I know, logically, it doesn't really hold water, but don't take away one of my tenets of life, I may never recover.

Anyway, this sort of makes dealing with customers at work dicey at times. Because...well, I hate them if I don't know them. I enter in to the relationship on the negative side. I do my best to try and curb my misanthropic tendencies, though. I do try. Give me some credit.

So, this morning, dealing with a client. I'm already, as pointed out, predisposed towards hostility. He starts trying to move something manually that can't be moved manually. A divider wall on a motor, to be specific. I say, quote, "You can't do it that way, let me go turn the motor on."

Of course, this is one of those guys who I'm predisposed to hate...for real. For he is one of these frustrating people who only hear the first part of a sentence, especially if it's a negative. So what did he hear? "You can't."

So he starts berating me about how that wall NEEDS to be shut because sound will bleed through (newsflash...gonna bleed either way, there's space at the top and bottom), blah blah blah. I know this though...I'm trying to shut the damn thing. Oh no, he didn't hear that part. But this kind of person justifies my crappy outlook on people. Don't get me started on how he thought a wireless mouse was somehow a wireless transceiver to send a signal from his laptop to a video projector. Pushing buttons and freaking out because "it's not showing up! It's not showing up!"

The technologically retarded should not be allowed to use technology. But that's a completely different rant.

At least, it makes it easier for me to say that when people go "you don't hate people." I can totally go, oh yeah, what about THIS GUY?

So, how are you? I like you guys.