They're everywhere. They are in your supermarket, banging into your back with their cart while their sticky children scream and grab you; they are in the bank, demanding that of course they can cash a personal check drawn on a DIFFERENT BANK with NO ID and NO SIGNATURE FROM THE ACCOUNT HOLDER; they are at the gas station taking up 3 pumps with their SUV while you watch your dial go to SORRY YOU GET TO WALK NOW; and they are in professional offices, disguised, my friends, as "People Who Know What They Are Doing."
Let us begin with the fucktards that run social services. They seem, on paper, like they would be good people, right? I mean, their career is to HELP people. The fact is? They have not one fucking clue what they're doing. I had the unfortunate experience yesterday of visiting one of their fine establishments to file for reimbursement for hurricane damage. Now, you would think, this being the day after a 3 day holiday, the beginning of the month and this special program going on, the fucktards would have had people WORKING. Wrong. There was ONE WINDOW OPEN. I stood in a line for an hour to get a form. Filled it out. Stood back in the line for 90 minutes to hand it in. Then sat there and waited another hour to get told, "Okay, we'll get that to you tomorrow." You couldn't just look it up in the fucking computer that was right in front of your BIG FAT SANDWICH? Or maybe the dripping mayo was obscuring the keyboards. Whatever. I feel really sorry for people that have to deal with that shit on a regular basis, because frankly, I'd put my kids to work in a sweatshop before applying for any more help from those asswipes.
Moving on: the insurance fucktards. I was visited last night by a "nurse" whose sole job it is, since I'm pretty sick, is to make sure I'm okay, and that I have my meds. I told her, "Well, the doctor won't see me til next week and I ran out of meds last Sunday." Her response? "You should go to the ER." Bitch, you're an NP. Pull out your pad and write me my shit. Fucktarded. Seriously. I'm not sitting in an ER for 8 hours to get 10 pills. I'll let it ride. But that bitch was fucktarded IN EXTREMIS.
There are others. The doctor fucktards. I was supposed to be scheduled for surgery in October. When I got home (finally) yesterday, there were 11 messages from hysterical ob/gyn workers, all of them fucktackular, telling me my pre-op appointment is this Friday, my surgery is next Friday, and I have to see the doc tomorrow. Um.....I have a job you fucking clowns. But yeah, I want this shit done so I'll get it done.
It's a good thing I'm on mental meds that are sedating. Because if I were not? Shit would have been blown up all over Long Island yesterday and you would have seen me on the news. Doing the perp walk in my sweats with crazy eyes.
Maureen, there's another name for your first classification of fucktard. It's called "bureaucrat."
ReplyDeleteI realized a long time ago there is one truth about bureaucracy and it goes like this:
Bureaucracies are created to help people (group X) and are then staffed with people who are dependent on the perpetuity of the bureaucracy for their own livelihood. Once that staffing takes place then the perpetuity of the bureaucracy becomes more important than group X and will, inevitably, feed off of group X to maintain itself.
I challenge you to name one bureaucracy that does not victimize the people it was set up to help. Just one.
I cannot accept your challenge. My head is full of insomnia, klonopin and way too much coffee.
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