Anyway, I found another guy responsible and got the situation cleared with him... but as Mr Asshole wanted a written notice, he got one. Nicely and sarcastically stating that I could help from 9 pm till midnight, not later. And that, in general, I have to be noticed etc.

Maybe I'm stupid. Maybe I just make too big a fuss about nothing, as everyone told me (when I got back to class, the yuppie guy sitting next to me was like "oh well, yeah, helping is bad, ain't it" - at which I told him that "I don't care whether you listen to me, but if you pretend you do, you could as well really do it! and btw, if I want to make a joke of myself I can do that alone nicely, and I don't need YOUR help!"). Maybe I'm just too hotblooded. If I am, tell me so. But I can't stand going to school with these people much longer.

I have pent-up agressions inside me. Several sources for them... no outlet. What should I do? I fear I just make a joke of myself if I run around yelling at people. But I don't know what I could do... help, please.

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Questo è il bacio de Tosca!

What I personally would have done is as follows: after the fourth line of communication you posted, give him the double bird, and walk off completely oblivious to whatever he and/or his cronies might say or do in response. Then... don't show up. Simple as that.

(secondary option, for dramatic effect: "Consider this *flip-off* your written sheet." Then proceed as above)

This message has been edited by Vigilante on November 06, 2001 at 09:21 AM

Plant the offending parties at the top of a pyramid and tell them to spin themselves down to the bottom. Maybe then they won't act as constipated as they are.

They were wrong not to ask you and assume that you can be there at the crummy hours. Hell, why doesn't he work the crummy hours?

Give him the brit version on one hand and the american version on the other and give him the deluxe 3 finger salute: for uber-arschlochs.

heh

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Originally posted by LiNeY:
I have pent-up agressions inside me. Several sources for them... no outlet. What should I do? I fear I just make a joke of myself if I run around yelling at people. But I don't know what I could do... help, please.

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The absolute best cure for pent-up aggressions, at least for me, comes in two forms:

1) Multiplayer fps--my game of choice right now is Descent 3, tho' some others prefer the HL variants and the true lam0rs prefer Quack. I have found immense pleasure in throwing all manner of weaponry at real-life foes, and along the way I have found those shoulder muscles relax.

2) When things get to be just Too Much, I have turned to a diary, of sorts. This is a Word document that not even my wife knows of (please GOD don't let her be reading these forums ), and that if necessary can be deleted without incriminating residue. It becomes a repository for all emotion, good and bad, fears, conflicts, and Really Bad Free Verse. I have spent up to almost a full page of 10 pt, single-spaced text pouring my angst and anger into this...thing. At the end I'm spent, and can actually handle the next day.

And as for those assholes, you had every right to blow 'em off, especially the "helping is bad" knothead--that is just WRONG. I would suggest taking a break from your community service, maybe just for a week or two. It will help, trust me.

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--Jynx

I used to be a kleptomanicac, but I took something for it.

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Originally posted by CatKnight:
for some reason i find it funny (and i can just picture) 2 germans arguing over a schedule

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I was thinking the same thing LOL...

LiNeY, we're laughing because something like that could only happen in Germany. If someone did that to you here, or in England, you wouldn't be wondering if you were bad for getting angry. You'd be feeling bad that you hadn't punched him in the mouth for being so rude to you! And all your friends would be asking why you didn't!

A German-American named Jeus once told me a little story : "You know why I moved here? I came to San Francisco when I was seventeen. When I was there, I saw how everyone called each other by their first names, and no one ever got upset by that. People were always asking me what *I* wanted, and they were always nice to each other... I decided that the one people I hated most in the world were Germans and I was moving away from Germany as soon as possible."

And yes, such a thing can only happen in Germany. That's probably why I (with my americanized mind) got so angry, and that's probably why nobody understood what my problem was.

Oh and my mom said, when I told her the thing, that categorically I shouldn't help at all on Saturday night, to give them a little lesson. What do you think of that? I'd feel sort of bad to not go and help.

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Questo è il bacio de Tosca!

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~Anztac [ Pertinaciously disconsolate ]

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Originally posted by DeadAnztac:
Yeah, I was going to suggest kicking him in the nuts. BTW, now, I really feel like going to Germany so I can spread around my blatant American Vulgarisim (TM)

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Spread the word my friend, spread the word!

Really, though, if someone did that, I'd have gone up to them upset that they gave me such a shitty job, asked for a really important one and then blown THAT off.