If I have to narrow it down to the one social habit that I hate the most, I\u2019m going to go with the custom of asking:\u00a0 \u201cHow are you?\u201d as part of the regular morning ritual.
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This is one of those things that isn\u2019t, really, a problem, it\u2019s just overdone.\u00a0 Meet me at the bar and, yes, how are you?\u00a0 I\u2019m doing well, let\u2019s order our drinks because the waitress sucks and everyone sucks and I\u2019ve been waiting for your fucking slow ass for 30 minutes.\u00a0 Also, redheads, universally, don\u2019t know how to fuck. Which is frustrating because they\u2019re fascinating.\u00a0 Well, in small doses.\u00a0 But, anyway, I\u2019m fine.<\/p>\n
That\u2019s perfectly natural.\u00a0 Friends in a casual social setting asking after each other\u2019s health.<\/p>\n
Now, in the office, it\u2019s good morning, okay, then:\u00a0 \u201cHow are you, Nacho?\u201d<\/p>\n
How am I?\u00a0 You motherfucking animal.\u00a0 It\u2019s 8am and I started my commute at 7am.\u00a0 How do you think I am?\u00a0 I\u2019m forced to show up to a soulless sea of cubicles and work for pennies, living paycheck to paycheck, while my dreams are quietly crushed by 12 hour days.\u00a0 Meanwhile, nobody in MIS will pay attention to me and all of my supervisors are about as lazy as KGB agents in Iowa in the first half of 1991.\u00a0 Because MIS is too busy playing Halo or whatever the fuck it is they do down in their fucking dungeon, I\u2019m forced to repair my own computer.\u00a0 Just about every part is cannibalized from other computers throughout the sixth floor.\u00a0 Yet nobody sees a problem with that.\u00a0 I have to murder people for office supplies, or just wait for them to get fired so I can pick their corpse.\u00a0 I\u2019m dodging knife-fights on the insane bus ride home, and, as far as I can tell, my air conditioner is powered by gold dust, so even the comfort of my apartment is a constant weight on my shoulders.\u00a0 I had dreams.\u00a0 Real dreams.\u00a0 Not house on the hill dreams or big swimming pools or Latina anal freaks.\u00a0 My dreams were modest\u2026but, with every passing second, I realize with horror that all of my dreams are impossible.<\/p>\n
Then, as I laugh sadly at my paycheck (and it takes several vodka tonics to get to that point), I realize that it\u2019s not just being a wage slave that makes me want to go on a shooting spree, it\u2019s the small minded, delusional middle-American fuckos who expect me to be grateful for all this.\u00a0 If I complain, I\u2019m told that it could be worse.\u00a0 At least you\u2019re not in Auschwitz!\u00a0 Here at Dachau many of the cells get the southern sun!\u00a0 You should be happy!<\/p>\n
Of course, those fuckos spend more time injecting Paxil directly into their eyeballs than anything else, so I shouldn\u2019t take what they say seriously.\u00a0 Just once \u2013 even if for a day \u2013 I want a boss who says, yes, the job sucks.\u00a0 That\u2019ll realign my entire world.\u00a0 Thank you!\u00a0 Thank you for being honest with me.<\/p>\n
Anyway, I\u2019m fine.\u00a0 I\u2019m sure you\u2019re fine, as well, because we\u2019re supposed to say we\u2019re fine.\u00a0 So everyone\u2019s fine.\u00a0 Everyone is just fine and there is no conflict in the world.\u00a0 And if you end up choking on a piece of chicken in your office, I\u2019ll be sure not to intervene, because we\u2019re all fine.\u00a0 God bless and good morning.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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