Well Eye See

So the Other Day while I was Loathing being Trapped once again in a Dismal Waiting Room I struck Up a Conversation with the Gentleman sitting across from Me.

His Name was Flynn who shared in My hatred of Waiting Room bullshit. As we talked the Conversation transitioned into How We agreed that Working for someone else, to be an Employee was something We both found Insufferably Frustrating, and Utterly Unfulfilling to say the least. There is no real sense of Accomplishment since whatever You do only benefits Your Boss/ The Company You in fact reap NO REWARDS for Your Labor. And if there is a chance in Hell Your Boss gives You a fucking Raise it’s such a small raise it’s a fucking insult, not a Bonus for Work Well Done.

Bosses dines at the Giant Corporate Table Feasting on Capitalism until The become Engorge Themselves to the Point of Sickness only to Vomit down Upon the Emplyees, and Expect Them to be fucking Thankful for it.

       

NO ONE wants some total fucking Egotistical Bastard Telling Them what To, Do Ordering Them Around,  Pulling Rank, and Basically having control of a MAJORITY of Their fucking Lives.Your not just Selling Your Time Your selling Your Life, and Enslaving Your Soul.

I mean its an entire Lifetime of Serving Someone which makes You a SERVANT paid to do the Shit Grunt Work that Management doesn’t want to, and for what?! A lousy paycheck that doesn’t even come close to being a fucking fare Wage for all the work You do.

Turns out Flynn abandoned the Rat Race where He was rotting in His Role at a Major Car Insurance Company, Got His Realtor’s License, Got a couple Years experience under His Belt, and then Started His Own Reality Company with a Couple of Friends. Flynn and His Friends Company grew into a Substantial Small Business. Flynn just wanted to Work For Himself, and make a comfortable Living which He finally had accomplished.

Now I asked the most poignant question which was did Flynn in fact have Employees outside of His Friends who He founded the Company with who are all equal Partners so there is No One Singular Boss, and all decisions are put to a Vote where Majority Wins. Flynn was honest and said that Yes there were in fact a Team of 7 beginner Realtor’s who had just gotten Their Realtor Licenses, but No real World Experience in Actual Sales.

       

Flynn must have known what I was think right away that He was a fucking Hypocrite because He just testified to a great end how being a Boss was being a Son of a Bitch, and Employees get Pissed On Constantly. This was an unfair knee jerk reaction as there are ALWAYS EXCEPTION TO THE RULE, and perhaps Flynn was one of Those said Exceptions. And luckily He was.

As it turned out Flynn was running more of a Paid Internship of Sort. First off unlike basically every other Intern Flynn Paid His, and Paid Them a real wage. He didn’t try and financially exploit the Interns by Shorting Their Pay or Underpaying Them by using Their Inexperience as an Excuse. Once an Intern is comfortable and has Clocked some Serious Man Hour’s They move on to Join another Reality Company, Go Out on Their Own or Start Their Own Company.

Flynn also had his Interns working on Real Sales, not just doing Shit work like Editing Listings, or Running to get the Owner’s Coffee/Lunch or any other meaningless tasks that Interns are stuck with instead of ACTUAL REAL EXPERIENCE, and if They do accomplish something Their Superior takes Credit for it because Said Person was on/a member of “Their Team”.

Flynn saw that I was listening to Him instead of sitting judging Him in Silence while He explained Himself. To reassure Me I suppose that He wasn’t blowing smoke up My ass (which I din’t feel that He was or I would have stopped Him mid sentence and said so), and pulled out His Cell Phone, and asked Me if I wanted to see something cool.  Of course I said Sure because it beat the Hell out of the Revoltingly Shitty Waiting Room Art.

Flynn fiddled with His phone for a moment or two then He handed it to Me, and told me to “Check This Out”. It was a series of 2 different Photos on His Phone that were Zoomed in into a Close Up of Flynn’s Eyes. In the first Pick Flynns eyes looked Extremely Happy as if the Picture was taken right After He won the fucking Lottery or some Big Time Shit. In the Other Flynn’s eyes looked Enraged to the point of Murder. I then of course asked Flynn what exactly was the point of the two Pictures especially since they were just Close Ups of His Eyes.

       

Flynn went on to explain that since on one hand He didn’t believe in Yelling, Screaming, Belittling, Cursing, or Insulting His Interns. On the Other Hand He needed to make sure that His Business was Running Smoothly so He Devised the Eye Pictures as a Unique and Innovative Solution. If His Interns were doing a Good Job or had a Good Idea Flynn Texted Them the Happy Eyes, and If His Interns were Falling Short or had a Bad Idea He texted Them the Upset Eyes (Flynn insisted on Upset instead of as I put it Enraged/Angry).

It was then that Flynn’s name was called, and We parted ways. Perhaps if I had had a boss like Flynn I would have such a Seething Contempt for Those in Positions of Authority (Because I fucking HATE anyone Who has or Thinks They have ANY Authority over Me), but Probably Not.

Thanks for Reading,

  By Les Sober

Behavioral Relapse Wreaks Havoc At Medical Office

Just the other day I had the displeasure of seeing My Secondary Doctor for a routine check in (not up as They already know what the fuck is going on with Me) to make sure Their Machines are running smoothly.

Now YES I do hate the hell out of Doctors thats a WELL Documented Fact, BUT being aware that Doctor’s/Doctor Offices’s are a trigger that will set me off like a fucking bomb means I have to do something about it.

Just being aware of the problem isn’t enough.

I fucking hate People who act like assholes, and then use some Medical/Psychological issue They have simple as an excuse. Having a Medical or Mental condition ISN’T A FREE PASS TO BE A JACKASS.

If You know what the fuck is wrong with You then its on YOU to FIX THE FUCKING PROBLEM or at least TRY to the BEST of Your Ability. Sitting around saying ” Oh its because  I have…..” IS A UTTER BULLSHIT.

Anyway back to the Story. We…Oh hold on ok. I say We because I bring My Wife with Me whenever I can as a sort of Good Behavior Insurance Policy though like this time it DOESN’T always work.

So We got to the Office and it chock full of Living Corpses as per usual, YET We didn’t have to wait an exorbitantly long time before getting summoned into the back.

Once there The Tech came in and did Her 5-6 minute system check, everything came back fine and that was that. Of course I couldn’t get the fuck out of a Doctor’s office without someone taking My fucking Vitals. It’s no big deal because its quick and Painless.

THEN the Nurse taking My vitals said that My Doctor’s Nurse Practitioner would be in Shortly. As I sat there a FEW things started to occur to Me. The first was oddly about My Primary (and only other) Doctor, and how He had been a moody fucker the last time I saw Him.

Apparently He was still bent out of shape about what I had said pertaining to Doctors, The Shitty Healthcare System, and How it Financially Rapes Patients while Doctor’s seem utterly fucking oblivious.

Then it dawned on Me why was I still waiting? The Appointment thus far had gone quickly and everything checked out fine so what the fuck?!

See My Primary Doctor has jurisdiction over every aspect of My Health like a Team Coach. The Secondary Doctor was called in as a Pitch Hitter meaning He was there to preform one Job, and when it was done that was essentially it outside of a Post Op and 3 month check ups.

I was curious then at first at what the hell the Nurse Practitioner could do for Me/Do Period. They had My Vitals. The Machinery was Checked and Signed Off On, and since thats all They ACTUALLY CAN DO FOR ME what then was I waiting for.

Patience is a Virtue I was Born WITHOUT.

Around 10 minutes went by and I getting less curious and FAR more irritated. At 15 Minutes I’ve losing self control at an increasing rate. At the 15 minute marker the Nurse Practitioner came bouncing into the Exam Room.

She was one of those fucking Happy, Peppy, Rainbows and Bunnies Cheerleaders of Life Types which is the LAST thing I want to deal with when I already about to go Ape Shit.

Of course the first words out of this Woman mouth is asking How am I doing? I said sarcastically that I’m at a goddamn Doctor’s Office so anyway you look at it its shitty.  She then tied to asses the situation as to what I the Patient was getting so wound up by/about.

I tried to reel Myself back in, but I could feel My Rational Thought giving way to Intense Emotion, but I started getting all tripped up (and a tad bit tongue tied) which only served to make shit worse.

Then I simple thought to Myself why am I struggling to stay Sane? Fuck It. Let Go. BE BRUTALLY HONEST no matter what DO NOT HOLD BACK.

And then the Shit Storm hit the Fucked Up Fan.

I hate when People say after these situations “Oh Thats Not Who I AM Anymore, Thats Not Me, I USED to be like that etc” BULLSHIT. Even if You’ve done Your due Diligence and corrected the particular issue You may be having YOUR STILL YOU.

YOUR STILL THE SAME PERSON, YOU JUST CHOOSE NOT TO ACT LIKE AN ASSHOLE.

Anyway I don’t exactly know what happened over the course of the next few minutes as I was busy relishing the chaos I was creating by deliberately CHOOSING to be a Absolute Asshole.

I remember something about yelling at My Wife “See this is what the fuck I’m talking about, this bullshit right fucking here, WHAT THE FUCK is this Shit?!”. Then there was a Barrage of F-Bombs. I was dropping them like I was Invading the fucking Exam Room.

Then things quieted down as I stopped to catch My breath, My Wife Held Her Own, and The Nurse Practitioner was trying to figure what the fuck She had unknowingly just walked into.

The Nurse Practitioner was the first one to break the extremely brief silence by say that if I calmed down and did as asked I wouldn’t have too see the twats for a year or if I didn’t I’d have to see them every 6 Months.”

THAT WAS THE WRONG THING TO SAY RIGHT THEN.

I like everyone else I know DO NOT appreciate being TALKED DOWN TO in a CONDESCENDING MANNER AS IF I’M A FUCKING CHILD or A FUCKING IMBECILE. Doctor’s have developed this as way of dealing with Angry,Nervous, Anxious, Problematic, Combative, Fearful, Depressed by Talking Down to Them like Children.

Let me just take a second to say its even worse for Senior Citizens because EVERYONE talks to the Elderly like the Child Minded Morons. It as if People have come to believe at some age you automatically become a Senile Invalid. There is actually a fucking term for this its called “Elder Speak”, and is an acknowledged and rampant problem within the Healthcare System.

In all do fucking favor The Medical Community is actively eradicating the issue of insulting Elder Speak as its fucking Insulting, Rude, Ignorant, Humiliating, Degrading, Demoralizing, and Dehumanizing.

DON’T TALK TO YOUR ELDERS AS IF THEY ARE CHILD LIKE IDIOTS. REMEMBER THE REALITY OF THE IGNORANCE OF YOUTH. You aren’t Invincible and YOU WILL DIE. Grow the fuck Up.

Anyways again back to the Story. I as you may have imagined I immediately told Her “DON’T  fucking talk down to Me like I’m fucking some sort of fucking Idiot who fucking can’t fucking understand a fucking thing, I’M NOT A FUCKING 3 YEAR OLD NOR A FUCKING IDIOT so stop talking to Me like I Am for fuck’s sake.

The Nurse Practitioner retreated then pausing at the door to tell Me to wait a little longer until some other assfuck comes in for some unnecessary shit. I looked at Her and asked if She was Stupid, Insane or Insanely Stupid?! At this point the question isn’t asked in Anger, but more Confusion.

I couldn’t for the fucking life of Me figure out WHY would She even think of asking Me to wait again wasting MORE of My fucking Time when I was already Pissed Off and not afraid to Show It Either.

Smartly before I could spit some more Venom Her way She just closed the fucking door. A moment later the Nurse Practitioner reopened the Door and told Me not to worry about whatever it was She had babbled at Me about.

I stood up instantly while slamming the chair I had been sitting  against the wall loudly. I then strode out of the Exam Room in about 2 strides out into the Hall. Due to being Angry Asshole I couldn’t figure out if Left or Right was the way out so I figured fuck it I have a 50/50 chance of being right.

I then realized I went the wrong way but had gotten turned around in the Labyrinth of a Office, and I had no real idea how to reach the exit. A Nurse came around the corner and almost banged into Me eliciting a “FUCK OUT OF MY WAY!”

Luckily for All I heard the Nurse Practitioner loudly informing Me where the door out into the waiting room actually was. I stormed out into the exam room giving My Patented “Say Something I’d Love To Violently Murder The God Living Shit Out Of You” Glare.

I of course have never seen this look and have tried to replicate it staring in mirror glaring at Myself like some sort of asshole. In the end though everyone says its never comes close to the Real Thing.

I truly hope someone at some point has the wherewithal to snap a picture with Their fucking Cell Phone because for Me its like hunting for Bigfoot while simultaneously BEING BIGFOOT.

Now by the time I hit the Exit door to Freedom I heard an Staff Member (Don’t know who/which as My back was to Them) ask bewilderedly where it was I was going. The Response They received as I answered over My shoulder not looking back was “As Far The Fuck Away From You Fucks As Possible.”

Fortunately for Me over the Last Year of Medical Madness managed to NOT act like an asshole for basically 11  Months out of 12 (The issue presented itself in Early January with almost Dying, and was Fully Under Control by Mid December after Second Surgical Procedure.)

BOTTOMLINE: If you have a Health issue be it Mental OR Physical AT LEAST TRY NOT TO LOSE YOUR SHIT ALL THE TIME AND ACT THE ASSHOLE.

Thanks for Reading,

 By Les Sober