It is often commented in irony that common sense isn't all that common, but there are fields that common sense just doesn't apply, like the workforce for example. There are rules and procedures that are to be followed because of the type of society and economic system we have where all the pieces interact but never actually touch, you know, like sex with condoms. In such a system, particularties are almost impossible to accomodate, and because of that flawed system, some asshole has to go 3 weeks in camp sans wallet and favourite pair of pants. Reason: I threw them out and they were promptly incinerated.
This was not NOT my fault. Again, I blame the system, the system that doesn't let me get to know a guy well enough to know that, monkey bastard that he is, he prefers to keep his wallet in his pants and his pants stuffed all cosy into the garbage can. This was the second time in a row I had found the offending slacks in the trash; not just over as if they had been casual flung aside as he struggled all blurry-eyed to get his work gear over his morning stiffy, but actually full on IN the trash. So I thought, well, twice means I'm supposed to throw this shit out, obviously, though they look like perfectly good pants, Maybe he gained a bunch of weight recently, it's not my job to make these kinds of value judgements. The job of a housekeeper is not to throw anything out that is not in the garbage can, however garbage-like it may appear, and to throw everything out that is in the trash, however, non-trashy it may be. We can't afford to be subjective you see, because one man's brand new pair of pants are another man's, well, disposable pair of pants. My manager came into my room at 10pm and asked if I knew anything about a wallet in room 32, and oddly enough, the pants they were in were also missing. Shit.
The guy was positively livid, can't say that I blame him, but he had a number of adjectives to call me that were well out of line, and I had to defend myself with the legitimate position that if he didn't want his crap to go up in flames, he should store his precious valuables a little further away from the rubbage bin. Still, it made me feel as though I had very little in the way of common sense, which would have told me not to throw out a perfectly good pair of jeans; however, my employers agree 100% with my position, and so my final 6 days of employment are not in jeopardy. Nevertheless, I had been awarded the supreme distinction of being the numero uno BSD (Bitch In Someone's Day) in camp Toba yesterday.
I'll have to savour it over a nice cup of piss and vinegar.
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Savour it over a cup of "Get fucked", as well.
I came home for a pleasant long weekend of not doing school stuff to find, in my parents' garbage can outside, a DVD player. As with any sensible human being, I immediately assumed "Well, it must not work anymore, hence, it is in the garbage can", not "Oh, who threw out a perfectly good DVD player?!".
Since this is the second time you found said pants in the garbage, any sensible human being would assume "Well, since I rescued them once and they were returned to the trash, their owner must be firmly committed to their destruction. Oh well. Goodnight, sweet pants!".
Inform the owner of the now vaporized clothing that a stranger on the internet is of the opinion that they are retarded. But do it in the shortest words you can think of.
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