Okay, enough is enough

I have to get something off my chest. It has been bothering me for a while, but it just seems that lately people have been piling on more, and somewhere along the way the proverbial straw broke the camel’s back….

I guess I’m just sick and fucking tired of people assuming that I am some kind of single-minded drinking machine. A “Beer Terminator” of sorts. Why does this bother me? If you’re even asking this question, you’re clearly one of the people that I’m talking about.

It’s time for a quick dose of reality.

Do you honestly think that I would have been able to complete an Applied Math/Mechanical Engineering degree in four years (not, say…oh I don’t know…..six?) at a school like Queen’s if I was actually behaving like a drunken buffoon all the time? Don’t you think that maybe, just maybe, I actually sat down and DID SOME WORK once in a while? Don’t you think I might have actually taken exams seriously? Maybe even fucking studied for them at my desk at home (sober no less!!)?!?

Get a fucking clue. I didn’t find it beside one of the Silver Scrolls in a Pawtucket Patriot beer….I worked for it, and I worked fucking hard.

Also, how do you think I was able to have a job lined up before convocation in a job market as stagnant as the spring of 2003? That, too, I worked hard for. I had been sending out letters and resumes since the fall, and it paid off. I stayed at my first job for a little over two years, almost hating every second of the last 18 months, but you know what? I still did my job, and did it damned well. There may have been a few hungover mornings, or sick days used for less-than-intended reasons, but they were pretty pleased with me on a whole. They had given me raises, had me taking care of one of our biggest customers on my own, even sent me on a weeklong trip to Calgary to represent the company at an industry show/conference. In fact, when I said I was leaving, they all but pleaded with me to stay, asking if there was anything they could do monetarily, or if I had been dissatisfied with my upward movement in the company, because they could fix those easily if I was willing to reconsider. I was not, as it was a crappy place to work, but that’s neither here nor there….

That leads me to my current position. I am not in a far more relaxed working environment, which is based almost exclusively on meeting deadlines and achieving goals. Yes, I tell stories about showing up late, and such…but to be honest, stories about staying until 8pm, getting things done and meeting deadlines AREN’T FUCKING INTERESTING!!! If was really that much of a fuck-up, I’d have been fired. Not given a raise and a new (read: better) desk.

Think about it.

Now, I guess part of this is my fault for posting all the stupid shit I get up to and not any of the good stuff, but really, that’s not me. I’m not boastful. And, as I said, it’s not very interesting.

Honestly, if you really thought that I’m just a drunken moron, then I guess we’re just not that close, and you should perhaps keep your fucking judgments to yourself, because any of my real friends know there’s a lot more to me.

If you think I’m overreacting, go fuck yourself. I don’t want to hear it.