Today’s generation

My phone is always telling me that Insta needs to be updated, but I ignore it. Today I was like, let me see what they’ve added to warrant the update and from the reviews I got:

  • More Snapchat like filters
  • See above
  • See above

I dived into the reviews to see if people have some of the same issues I do like the front page not being chronological? It’s just a mess of posts and really confusing. I can’t fathom why enough people haven’t complained about that. 

Anyway, I came across this:

Yoooooo, I guess money falls on trees for this person! I don’t think it’s unreasonable for someone to expect an app to work on their current phone. Why would anyone buy a new phone just so they can have a better experience on Instagram or Facebook, whatever? It’s needless. So long as the phone can receive messages and has functional internet, that’s it. 

Mind you, it seems like all the young kids have the latest flashiest handsets. That’s nice for them. I’m happy that I was brought up with more respect for how mu parents would pay for the phones or gadgets. I’ve had many awful phones, but they got the job done. 

I’ve never had an iPhone, or an iPad. I have a Kindle Fire HD 7. I got it in 2012 and I still use it to this day. There are people who have upgraded their tablets at least four times since I got it. I could get something pricier, but I don’t see why. If it works, why replace it?

It never fails to amaze me just how eager people are to line the pockets of people and companies who have enough money to solve world poverty in a blink of an eye. 

Angry Thoughts

i’m like a slow cooker | Angry Thoughts #1

Yes, I’m doing angry thoughts now because there’s so much in this world that irritates me. 
I am like a slow cooker. My anger simmers beneath the surface until it grows and in some rare cases, boils over. 

Eventually, I calm down. 

This week, the two managers at work are the two that I truly cannot stand. 

This meant that my anger blew up on Monday. Ding ding ding.

We have Squeaky who thinks it’s appropriate to call my name every five minutes to tell me to do the same thing. It’s to the point where I get random people saying ‘oh, so you’re snark, I always hear your name!’. I don’t like to be known like that. In an ideal world I’d get on with my work on peace. Squeaky finally got on my last nerves on Monday. It was bordering on harassment. I was so angry by the end of the shift that I was visibly agitated. Now, I was already annoyed before I go there, but still. 

I’m kind of weird in that if you’re on my bad side you get nothing from me. I’m serious. No smile, no conversation, just silence. The idea is that they get the hint and leave me the fuck alone. I guess that’s hard to do at work but I don’t give a fuck. I am not talking to you. Go. Away. Stop pestering me. Let me get on with the work. Stop calling me repeatedly. I’m not a dog. I think Squeaky has detected my disdain for them. I’d like to think that they have good observational skills, but you never know. Maybe they’re the idiot that I think they are. 

I will be ignoring them until I leave this job. 

Now onto the other manager, Damp Squib. DS was really nice when I first started. He let you get on with it and I always did a good job. That all changed a few months ago. He would get agitated and panicked and then pass that onto us. Still, he was okay. 
Until he wasn’t. 

I am probably an easy target. I don’t say much, I do whatever I’m asked and I’m not a favourite. They can all pick on me with no problem. DS is always on my case. I finally reached my limit last Friday when he was like, “I’m giving you two options – the hard way or the easy way’

Excuse me? Im not your child. 

Fuck you and your options. 

Like I said, I’m quiet and I don’t really speak to managers. Not because I’m uppity, but because I’m not stupid. The managers do the most gossiping. They and the fucking staff members who kiss ass and make friends with them. 

I’m not here to make friends, I’m here to make money.

To go back to Squeaky, there was an awkward situation where they were more or less laughing at me along with someone else. I can’t prove it, but I’m 99% sure. I’m not mad over it, but since then I’ve paid Squeaky dust. Whenever they try to speak to me I just look on blankly. Squeaky doesn’t care, which works well for me. 

Damp Squib on the other hand… he tried to smile at me and I just walked past him like I didn’t see. I don’t think so, buddy. I’m not wasting my energy fake smiling at you. He also asked me for a favour (very rudely) and then tried to thank me after. I was just like, whatever. I don’t have time for him. The first, second, third time, I let it go. After that, no. I don’t think so. 

I am so done with all of them. If I didn’t need money, I’d just never turn up again. I have never encountered such a situation where I feel like I’m being treated like an animal. I think animals are treated better than we are. 

Our new HBIC has installed a ‘no talking’ policy, just so we know that he’s a dick, I guess. Noted. Fuck you too, I’m not going to say a word to any of you. I am not doing you favours. I am not smiling at you. If I didn’t need my vacation time approved, I’d never voluntarily speak to any of them again. 

They can all fuck off. 

In the meantime, I’m gonna go dust of my resume. 

It’s time to escape this hell. 

snark, out (hopefully soon!)

A to Z Challenge 2017

(M)oney, money, money – #AtoZchallenge

It’s a rich man’s world.

Seriously, the rest of us don’t even matter. We talk about freedom and free speech and doing what you want, but what do you need to do any of those things? Money. Money dictates our laws, what we buy, what we eat. 

If you don’t have money, you’re basically irrelevant. I mean, social media is an indicator of that. There’s the girl that always has the designer clothes, bags and shoes. That friend who’s always jetsetting. The celebrity that has money to promote their tweets in order to make even more money to promote even more tweets. Celebrities in general. They don’t become famous overnight. Nope, money goes into them and voila. They’re suddenly more important than the rest of us. 

By contrast, all I tweet is a few half-hearted sarcastic comments and links to my blog. In the past, I would I’d put a lot of effort into it but now, no. After all, there’s nothing to gain. Replies, follows and whatever will never be converted into a currency for me. 

At best, I’ll find myself working for too long, for too little pay for the rest of my life. I’m not okay with that, but right now, the opposite seems like it isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. 

Gold-diggers get a bad rap, but if you think about it, the smart ones know what’s up. Who needs happiness when you have money? It’s worked out great for Melania Trump. By the way, smart gold-diggers set up their own bank accounts and make sure they have that they have their own identity. The not so smart ones hashtag their lives with #wifey and don’t realise the benefits of having their names on deeds. 

So, to sum it up, without money, you’re basically nothing but a pawn in this rich man’s world. 

However, maybe that isn’t a bad thing. People with money always seem to have problems. Look at Donald Trump, over seventy, supposed billionaire, and clearly not content with his life. I’m sure his supporters think it’s great that Trump, with all of his cash, wanted to help them but they should be asking why? Why would a wealthy, billionaire pensioner want to saddle himself with such things?

Money obviously does not buy happiness. It’s buys idleness and emptiness. People with money always want something else. More money, or more power. Clearly there’s something about all of that green that twists people up. They lose their grip on reality and suddenly, everything is about status and showing everyone how much wealth they have. They don’t buy a 16 bedroom, million dollar house just because they can, but to show that they can. 

That’s not even the most messed up part. It’s that regular folk look up to this kind of thing. I remember reading a thread about buying expensive luxury items just because you could afford them. I was on the now why would I do that side and others were on the it’s my money side and no one could agree. I don’t get those people that work hard and waste their money on designer goods. One or two items, I can understand but everything designer? When you can’t afford your rent, your car and God knows what else? That’s just crazy.

To conclude, money’s kinda fucked up. 

My A-Z challenge theme is clearly random, but I’m still going with ‘Life‘.


Quote of the Day (14/03)

Comparison is an act of violence against the self

Yes, this is so true. That person seems to have a picture perfect life. That person has a lovely boyfriend and you’re going to die alone. That person has a better job, better looks, better life.

There’s no way of knowing what’s going on in people’s lives. So there’s no point in comparing yourself to a snapshot of something whole. It’s just a piece of something that lacks context. 

I say this, but I do it all the time. I have people in my life who compare me to others and it’s frustrating. One minute, you’re supposed to be your own person and the next, you have to emulate someone who’s perceived as being better. 

At the end of the day, nothing good comes from it. Just disappointment. And possibly a large bill spent on items you damn well can’t afford. Or crippling student loans because you knew quite well that you didn’t want to be a doctor but had to take it as far as ethically possible (so before the working on live people part) to avoid any drama. 

As always, life is the gift that keeps on giving.