I've been reminded why Bukowski hated people. (1 Viewer)

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Gerard K H Love

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I've lived all over the world and some people in Southern California are just awful. Worse than anywhere else.

I'm doing a part of the U.S. Census that requires talking directly to hundreds of people. Thank goodness most people are wonderful but in So Cal we have some real winners. Bukowski was right, some people should stay locked up in their houses.
 
about a week ago, someone knocked on my door, as I was stepping out to smoke a cigarette, telling me they were from the census bureau. Told me it would take 10 minutes, no longer than that. I was buzzed and curious, so I agreed. She really only took about 3 minutes, then asked me some questions about the seemingly vacant houses surrounding me. I answered those questions and as she drove off after a total of about 8 minutes I thought, that wasn't so bad.
 
People are bad all over. Working in retail, I'm forced to interact and upon greeting people, I usually get a response 1 time out of 5. I really need to get out of there...
 
I lived in Chula Vista, right outside San Diego, for a short time and no one spoke English so I couldn't tell if they were talking shit or not, a unique experience to say the least. But from the looks alone, I could tell I wasn't liked.
 
That sounds like my experience in college when going to the library midday. 200 students bent to the book and 199 of 'em were Chinese. I felt the interloper vibe dusting off a book amidst all those future doctors, engineers and World Conquerors. The other student was Indian.
 
Working in the service industry, as I do, (three out of every five days) I would rather that those gluttonous fucks choke to death on their food then steel one more momment of much needed oxygen.
Futhermore, I had the census bureau come to my house as well. It was in no way infuriating. Then again, there was no food eating involved.......
 
As a car salesman I was forced to put up with a lot of abuse from rude people. I had to take their crap to make a sale but now I take crap trying to get people to fill out their census. Every household in the U.S. has to complete a census form but a few idiots don't want to be forced to do anything. As a result they are only hurting themselves. They are often like yapping dogs fighting a counterproductive cause. They are ignorant and selfish for nothing.

I notice I take good people for granted to the point that bad people distract me from the goodness of most. My grand mother always said, "It's nice to be nice." Sometimes I like to kill mean people with kindness. It works.
 
ha-ha good stories, however you just got glimpses of what I deal with on dally bases working on the casino floor with the casino patrons. Just like Bukowski describing the race track crowd as a 'world scaled to size' 'angry mob etc....' casino is far worse!

Rich are better to deal with, because they don't even acknowledge your existence (unless they need something) however the poor crowd is horrible! They can;t afford to lose- and they all do- and as an employee of casino (we) I am a somehow 'accomplice' in the scheme to take their money and target of their hate. Horrors!

And btw, casino crowds in Vegas or Mississippi Gulf Coast are no different.
 
Rich are better to deal with, because they don't even acknowledge your existence (unless they need something) however the poor crowd is horrible!
Maybe at a casino.

But the only time I ever had to work with customers was at a small printing shop where I was supposed to be doing prepress and bindery, but had to also take orders and sell pens and Xerox copies. It was in Pacific Palisades, and the rich (meaning just about everyone who walked in the door) were absolute dog shit. The worst kind of scum that the baby Jesus ever created. Every last one of them.

You could always tell when a maid or an employee came in, because they were pleasant.

But we had our ways of getting back at the real pricks. As I suppose every service industry does.
 
Oh no, the employees are just a dog turd on the bottom of the shoe, to the high rollers. But the casinos are so 'accommodating' to them that would probably allow (if they could get away with) them to screw the cocktail waitress on the black jack table to keep their business. That's pretty much why we are 'left' alone. On the other hand the sheer numbers of the 'not haves' and almost 'not haves' trying to struck it rich on the penny machines is overwhelming.
 
Rich are better to deal with, because they don't even acknowledge your existence (unless they need something) however the poor crowd is horrible!


I deal with both, every single day. And I mean, from one end of the spectrum, millionaires, to the low end, .10 cents to their entire existence. I find pleasant rich people, pleasant poor people, and also shitty rich people, and shitty poor people. But it does seem the shitty rich people are always far worse than the poor people when they decide to be shitty.
 
Most of the time they all feel like ants. And though I'm irrepairably one of them - another ant, I cant help but fantasize about detachment...which I do attain, here and there, in bursts and spurts - until I come clamouring back for more; back for more.:D
 
In my experience, working as a waiter in the Austrian countryside is just about the lowest it can get.

You don't meet any rich ones there, except maybe some bizarre and strange pre-war aristocrats on the way to their hunting-trip or whatever. But Jesus, what comes creeping out of their caves and houses to have some Schnitzel is enough to make you give up humanity forever. And they are your masters, for, you see, it't their MONEY they give you, you cheap serving slave.

Is doing part of the U.S. Census voluntary or do you get obliged?
 
Dicks are dicks and pricks are pricks. Money or no money. It is however my personal experience that the rich that come into my restaurant to eat, are the absolute worst tippers on the face of the planet. On average, the homeless man that comes in to have a beer and the lobster thermador (once a month promply at 2:45 p.m.), is a better tipper then most of the docters and lawyers that roll up in their BMW's! Those dirty prick fucks.................
 
Then there are soccer moms-
I've coached hockey bball and and soccer (apologies to those outside U.S. but its the only way they'll get it:)
and sports parents are a different breed altogether.
They seem desperate to erase or immortalize every high school experience on the backs of their kids.
My way of sticking it them was always using Ozomatli as warm up music before a game.
 
Is doing part of the U.S. Census voluntary or do you get obliged?

I need a job so I volunteer and they pay more than twice minimum wage.

I do volunteer to take the hard cases, the people who do not believe in the Census or are just too ignorant to understand it's purpose. I had a very bad day yesterday from a house in a nice neighborhood that reeks of pot on two visits. The lady was screaming at me so asked for her phone number. Then she got mad.
 
You should wear a pistol in a holster when you go out to count those hillbillies, they respect a good show of force. ;)
 
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'Necks are notoriously ADHD so a little pistol may not suffice. Plus, Gerard I'm assuming you shower, shave, and brush your teeth everyday and really that's a no-no. Meth-scented Axe body spray and a Bon Jovi t-shirt should round you out. Plus rent a truck. The truck is a must. When in Rome....
 
Gerard, question. The lady who censused me, I have seen a few more time since. It doesn't seem she makes much of an effort at houses where it looks like no one is home. Just the other day, she stood in the driveway of my neighbors house, waved at me while I stood on the porch smoking... But she didn't even knock on the door. Just stared at it, wrote some notes and went on her way? Before reading your last comment I thought, hmmmm, I wonder if she just says 1234 random st did not answer their door again.
Because after her wave and notes, she just drove off.
 
There are a lot of people who milk the system to make extra money. I am a clean polished well oiled machine who cranks out stacks of completed surveys from unwilling citizens who cave to my persuasion and charm. We have a few of those who take an hour a case. I cut through residents like a hot knife through a tub of Smart Balance on a warm day.

I was upset to the point of being almost physically sick yesterday by a couple of low life shit for brains paranoid fucks who refused to cooperate with a simple requirement for the sake of the freest country in the world. They are free to be idiots and dunces.

One household in particular needs to be visited by a SWAT team or a nice little right wing death squad. I swear I have met the stupidest people in the would. Bad people who have no clue as to what idiots they are. I should video them and shock the world with their ignorance. Karma on them will rock the world.

Tomorrow I am going to a convalescent hospital that looks like a castle-not the Scientology compound. Old people are usually very nice and I am bringing our two only hot looking girls to interview them. I need a break.
 
I've lived all over the world and some people in Southern California are just awful. Worse than anywhere else.

I'm doing a part of the U.S. Census that requires talking directly to hundreds of people. Thank goodness most people are wonderful but in So Cal we have some real winners. Bukowski was right, some people should stay locked up in their houses.

You know... this could go two ways. I was at my mother's yesterday - she was completely ripped (as opposed to what I don't know). So I'm there, she's doing her thing on the couch and a very nice, well-kept young Asian lady comes to the door at 7:38 PM from the Census (because my mother refuses to fill out the census forms or speak to them whenever they come). Everyone refuses to answer the door except for the great Lolita Ginsoski, and it is not even my home. So I do, she explains her reason for being there calmly and pleasantly, with a smile, she's very young and still happy you know... everyone in the house in back of me starts screaming at this girl to leave in drunken slurs and she just looks so confused as I'm shaking my head at her mouthing "I'm so sorry." She started to leave but then my mother got up and kind of forced her out, screaming at her "WE'LL CALL YA, WE'LL CALL YA. GABYE, GABYE." And slams the door in her face. It was rather funny I thought, in a way in which a person who grew up in a dysfunctional home would think such things are funny and appreciate such dark humor.
 
Here in my territory they would send me in and I would ask "Why don't you want to answer me now?" At which point the drunks pause perplexed and in most cases start thinking out loud. I often explain that it's easier to answer the questions than to put up with me and my followers coming around.

If that doesn't work we ask the neighbors and they snitch your drunk ass off to me out of spite. All the while hoping the Feds will drag you away to a concentration camp in North Dakota.
 
HAHA. Well. My mother's a rather violent drunk... and the girl was tiny. My mother could beat my ex in an arm wrestle.
 
No kidding. And, I was able to strangle him on a bed. I was rather proud and it was only by my mercy that he was able to begin the breathing cycle again. :D
 
Lolita, are you fucking with us, or has your life taken a really, really creepy turn?

or have you always been creepy, but hid it well?

FYI, I'm an excellent arm wrestler and have surprised many men a lot larger than me. although, it's not very hard to be larger than me....
 
just one question, then i'll let the subject go....

when you say 'great uncle' do you mean a blood relative or relative by marriage, or is it an expression like 'old man?'
 
As heartwarming and enlightening as it may be, let's not make this into a support group for GUILF enthusiasts.
 
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