Kuni: The Fandom Addict

If I don’t like someone telling me they have some sort of condition is not going to make me feel otherwise. A person can be a complete tool, bitch, ass, etc. regardless of race, gender, political affiliation, relgious affiliation, sexual orientation, and yes even status of health.

Out at FedEx recently they hired a guy with cerebral palsy. He’s 19, never had a job before because of disability, gets paid disabilty and therefore does not give a fuck about his job. I know this because he’s flat out said it. When I asked why he didn’t apply for a call center or retail job something he could  easily do his response was “because then they’ll have expectations of me.” This is a guy who got hired because the company went “OMFG TAX BREAK!”, he will never be fired no many how many times he calls off to go drinking with his fake ID he flashes everywhere.

And this pisses me off because a woman without a disability who has been trying so hard out there to meet standard for unloading was recently let go after four months because she couldn’t reach standard. It really pissed me off because she was always early, kept her mind on her work and tried, good god this woman TRIED. But no she gets canned while a guy who frequently abandons his post to go wandering the buidling or go talk to his girlfriend, is constantly late, calls off practically once a week to go drinking which means when he calls off, his girlfriend (she’s underage too) calls off, gets to stay.

When we complain about him to management all we get is “we’ll talk to him about it.” Talking doesn’t fucking help. The guy doesn’t want to work. And recently we had to watch a video on “workplace harrasment”, just the area of the building I work as if to say, “back off guys he’s got a condition.”

What I’m basically saying is judge someone’s character based on what they do, not what problems they have. If someone is an abusive tool or a pushy controlling bitch or a blatant lazy fuck, it’s ok to point that out even if they have (insert condition here). Hell I may have a few head problems of my own, doesn’t excuse to fact that I’m a complete (sometimes verbally abusive) flake of a twat.

“I mean sure Hitler killed millions of people but if you could only understand what it was like to have untreated syphillis…” (Added mostly because Syphillis Hitler is a work meme)

Somehow my hatred for ALL of our neighbors will get me and Phil kicked out of this place. I feel it.

There’s a truck that doesn’t belong to anyone who lives here taking up three spots in the lot. And since I fucking live here and there’s not point to having this space to begin with, I parked in the handicap space.

Also resisting urge to dump my trash into the bed of said dumb red neck’s truck. And then maybe key “sister fucker” into the tailgate.

Everyone that lives here knows the parking situation in our lot, it’s fucking tiny. Our guests respect this and park up the hill where’s the more room and then walk down. No one else’s guest do this. There was a car from Florida parked in our lot, up front,  choice spot, for a god damn week.

And then there’s laundry bitch, it takes her three days a week all fucking day to do her laundry when it’s just her and her husband living here. And she washes curtains… THERE’S NO PLACE TO HANG CURTAINS HERE! I’m talking about the tiny lacy ones you’d see above a kitchen window, there are no kitchen windows here.

And then there’s the trash down the hallway. The dad puts laundry in Saturday morning, sleeps, let’s children run rampant, doesn’t get it into the dryer until the afternoon, sleeps, let’s children run rampant, then ten minutes before the laundry room closes, then the fucker gets his laundry.

I’m fucking sick of my neighbors and I want to move but Phil keeps trying to convince me what a great place this is. Yeah maybe the price for the space and quiet is nice but god damn, can’t we evict the rest of these assholes?