A few choice words...

So... I quit my job today.
Yaaaaay! I'm free. Free as the disastrously financially inept, and highly economically dependent sparrow! Free to roam the great skies of life, doing as I please, going where I see fit!
As long as I don't have to pay for parkin that is...

So anyway. Why did I do it? Quite simple really... I felt like it. This method of selecting what to do, has been a pretty good indication of weather or not I ought to do something throughout my life. Mainly that I ought not to.

But meh, live and learn I suppose¹. Anyway, leaving did grant me one perk!
I finally got to say all those wonderfull things, that I've had on my mind for so very long.

Allow me to explain.
At work, we have this supervisor. He is, what could in scientific terms be described as the direct descendant of the missing link...
In layman terms, that translates roughly into: A complete twat!

Let me ask you a question.
When you were 8, and some stranger asked you "And what would you like to be when you grow up?" what was your answer?²
Assuming you were any kind of normal child, it probably wasn't "Oh I'd really like to be 42, dress like I'm stuck in 1992, have a mullet with bleached edges and if I could possibly work in a café in an amusement park, surrounded by teenagers and people in their early twenties, who can only ever go further in life than I did, then that'd be swell too!".

I managed to have 4 shifts with this guy, before revising my "people who really need food poisoning" list.³
His incompetance is matched only by his hair.
He's 42. It's 2007. He's got hockey hair. It's a mullet for Christ's sake. And one with bleached ends no less. But he's not metal or old time rock n' roll. He's an old man who never got beyond 1992. Somehow, he's stuck there. The football jersey from when we won EM should somehow hint at this.

Now I'm usually not a bad person... Not much anyway. But this guy really get's to me.
Every shift, he's at you every second. He has this idea, that some people are above others... This much is true. But how he ever got the idea, that he was on the top of that list is beyond me.
He is to the human species what rabbits are to kangaroo's. They might share a chromosone or two, but the similarities end there.
Now I'd not mind him pestering me as much, if he didn't fuck up all the time himself.
Metaphorically pointing fingers and laughing, while wearing a clown costume displays about as much mental activity as the lukewarm remains of an opossum who attempted to cross a road during morning rush hour.
Sure there's activity goin on in the body... But none of it qualifies for thinking.

So, anyway, my obvious dislike for this waste of carbon dioxide aside, I've been very productive today!

So far, I've taken at least 9 internet tests. All of which tell me which cartoon/harry potter/tv sitcom character I'd be, or what house I'd belong to in potter, or what I should have done after school... All highly educational with, possibly, only the slightest chance of one small flaw.

They're all deeply retarded.
Take for instance the potter one.
They're all based on ridiculous clichés.
Firstly, the only way to get into Gryffindoor, is by being the most boring, yet curagous git around.
Now, correct me if I'm wrong... But do those two often go hand in hand?
You have the courage to stand up to bullies, and do so at every opportunity, yet spend all your off time readong books, your ideal summer holiday is doing homework, you plan parties to the detail of writing down where people have to sit, and avoid the human race as much as possible because you'd rather be productive. Yet, while avoiding any kind of human contact⁴ you still retain the needed social skills to be charming and likable... All because you're the good guys, and that's what good guys do? Come on, a bit biased?

All the while, determination, arrogance and ambition doesn't give you access to slytherine either. Nope, you need to cheat, be vile, stupid and generally perform acts that would make Hitler take a few steps back and shake his head in disbelief.

Didn't she describe slytherine in book one, as ambitious, power hungry and determined? Yeah sure, that combination often makes for people who are... Shall we say, somewhat morally lacking... But I wouldn't go as far as to say that being the direct descendant of Charles Manson, and thought that granddad had some pretty good ideas, as a necesserry pre-requisit for joining that house...
It seems to be overdoing it a bit.

And if you like fun of any kind. They stick you in Ravenclaw. Yet select the same answer in the character test, and you're the Weasly twins...
Yay for making sense...
But who cares, I don't believe in tests, nor will they ever change anything. It's like with horoscopes... Never have and never will believe in horoscopes. But then... Capricorns don't.

So, anyway, why did I write all this? Because I'm getting paid to stand here doing nothing, and figured it might make me look responsible while I do as little as possible and try to have fun instead...
Which is why they put me in Ravenclaw.

Cheers!
- The Bedlamite.




¹ Or try really hard not to...
² Appart from the mandatory "I'm 8 you bloody moron, how the hell should I know?... I play with He-Man and Transformer toys and still believe in Santa... Bugger off!"
³ I have this listpurely for science... No seriously... Science...
⁴ Because no one can be arsed hanging out with such a do-gooder...