Jerks
[This was written in, I think, Spring or Summer of '02.]
I hate my job sometimes. Giving telephone surveys sucks ass. My latest "assignment" has
been to give these fucking surveys for the department of fish and game. I was on the phone
to some dipshit a couple of nights ago, when, in the middle of the survey, he starts to
go off on me. "You fish and game people have screwed everything up!!
"Sir," said I, that's why we're giving this survey...the department of fish and game knows
that many people are dissatisfied with the way things have been going lately...this survey is
to gather public opinion so we can figure out what to do about these problems."
"I'm sick of all you booksmart people!!!" the jerk ranted on.
"Hey, man. I'm just giving the survey." As if I actually work for fish and game. Dumbass.
I'd already told him, as is required by law, that I was calling from the ______ ________
______ at _____ _____ __________.
"Yeah, that's right," he said disgustedly. "Goodbye," and he hung up on me. What an
ass fucker. I wish I'd kept that guy's phone number.
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