So there I was, arm hooked up to the machine, watching my plasma swirl away into a bag while the morning news dribbled across the screen like a bad fever dream. And what were they showing? A "riot" in Melbourne, allegedly. The sort of riot where the real thugs wear body armour, carry pepper spray and look like they just walked off the set of RoboCop. The people they were beating? A ragtag crew of teenagers and old hippies—probably fresh out of a drum circle, still smelling of patchouli. But sure, let's call it a riot. Now, here's where it really gets good. I mentioned this spectacle to a few people later, thinking maybe they'd share my outrage or, at the very least, give a damn. But no. What did I get instead? A smirk, a chuckle, and—oh, the pièce de résistance—"You should really just let it go." Let it go? Yeah, let me uncork a nice, overpriced cup of coffee, sit back with my legs crossed, and soak in the latest reality TV trash. Why bother caring when ...
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Yesterday at a training session for work, I was shown in great detail how to fold a piece of paper correctly.
It didn't make me so much mad inside my head, as numb from the neck up.
Now, I am deadly serious when I say that I believe that sitting through it in some small way made me more stupid.
One of the outstanding quotes from that session: "When you talk to clients, it is best not to abuse them, insult them or assault them". I am certainly glad that they come all the way to tell people that. I'm pretty sure that those three things were the first thing that came to mind of everybody when confronted with a difficult client!