Some people are just dicks
I don’t think the statement above is any sort of real earth shattering thing, let’s face it, we’ve all known people who were less than a delight to be around but I had my car washed yesterday and as I sat and watched the workers it dawned on me that some people are just dicks! – Don’t Get Me Started!
Have you ever had a boss who was so worried about being the boss he was a complete dick? Usually these are the bosses you have at your first through sixth job in life who is not much older than you but feels the need to compensate by continually threatening you and letting you know that he’s in charge. (I’m sure there are women bosses who are dicks too but I’ve never encountered one of those so I can’t speak to it.) It’s about 110 degrees here in Vegas so I don’t care how you slice it, the guys working at a car wash are exposed to the elements all day and God bless them for doing it. There was this guy who appeared to be in his mid-fifties and I can only assume he was the boss because he had a different colored polo shirt on but more telling was the way he treated everyone else. I saw one of the guys who was wiping down one of the cars sheepishly ask this guy for a bottle of something that he was out of and after the “boss” told him to get it for himself, the employee asked again, stating that they weren’t normally allowed in the closet where the stuff was kept and he didn’t want to break the rules. The guy wiping down the car was in his twenties but you could see that he was so subservient (most likely to keep his job) that it made me really uncomfortable. As the boss told him again to get it himself, I observed the boss going around and basically terrorizing every single person who was wiping down a car, strutting with his chest and gut (which came out farther than his chest) out shouting the orders. It made me sick.
I’ve learned enough about people to know that there are some people who can only feel powerful if they take away someone else’s or try to break their spirit but my God, when you’re faced with it like I was I just felt ill. I didn’t know what I could do or say so I did what I always do, I over-tipped the guy wiping down my car. But it wasn’t just the bossman who was an ass. I watched as women and men alike treated these people who were wiping down their cars like some sort of servant. Showing them spots they missed while rolling their eyes and tapping their feet at the guys who had been out there since 8 am wiping down cars. Look, I get it that it’s their job but would it kill any of us to be a little nicer? It just seems to me that we’re all about ten minutes away from wiping down cars in the current economic situation and a little kindness could go a long way.
I’m no saint, I have little patience and I can be a real pain in the ass about certain things but when it comes to people I usually give everyone the benefit of the doubt before I pull out the ugly side of Scott. I’ve been blessed in a way because I grew up with low self esteem and didn’t really come into my own until I hit my forties. So I always ate the sandwich that was made wrong, never complaining to the person who made it wrong (just to my friends and to myself). Now I send the sandwich back and know that the person who put in the order probably just got it wrong and that hopefully the cook isn’t going to hate me for it and pee in it or something. It’s really not a big deal but if you treat everyone like crap then it becomes a big deal. Have you ever been to dinner with someone who was a dick? Sure you have, they are condescending to the server and they’re so busy telling you what’s wrong with everything in order to make themselves feel superior that I don’t know what pleasure they derive but they must on some weird level. Again, all I can do is over tip.
And sometimes it isn’t the boss at all that is the dick. I go into Walmart almost every morning to get soda, water, etc. for the office. There are my cashiers who I’ve grown to know and they know me. Well one morning I walked up to the checkout to find a woman I’d never seen before in her late fifties dressed to the nines behind the cashier stand. We made some trivial conversation as she was ringing up my items and somehow I mentioned that I was buying stuff for the office. She immediately began a tirade about how she used to work in a real estate office making tons of money until they closed the office and now she was stuck at Walmart with all these lowlife people working here, etc. She went on quite the toot (especially considering this was the first time we had seen one another). I get that she’s angry about her situation but why is it that there’s a certain type of person who feels the only way they can feel better about themselves is to bring someone else down? (Are you listening Perez Hilton and the media in general?) I’ve got an idea, let’s be nicer to one another and only make fun of people who dress funny, okay? Some people are just dicks! – Don’t Get Me Started!
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