Social Retardation
So my last job was a mixture of a really cool gig, and really shitty management, and I left under pretty shady circumstances that seem to get shadier and shadier the more I hear back from some of the people I still talk to. No matter.
But one guy (who has no film background and is computer illiterate) called me out of the blue last week trying to recruit me for a new business, basically copying the thought behind my former job. I can't stand the dude, but if he's going to pay me, fine. Anyway, he blathered on for about 15 minutes, basically saying the same thing about twenty times, and I missed a whole quarter of a KU Bball game because I was too nice to cut him off.
Fast forward to yesterday morning. He calls at 8am. I don't answer. He calls at 5pm. I'm cooking. He calls at 6,7, 10 and 11pm. ON VALENTINE'S DAY! This just screams social retardation. Firstly, unless you're a good friend, I won't call before 10am, or after 9pm. It's rude. And what could be so gawddamned important that he needs to call 5 times in one day.
Then the last straw. He calls this morning at 7am. 7 am? You've got to be kidding me. Then after I let the voice mail pick up, he leaves a rather pissy message about how I'm not calling him back. Impatient much?
But one guy (who has no film background and is computer illiterate) called me out of the blue last week trying to recruit me for a new business, basically copying the thought behind my former job. I can't stand the dude, but if he's going to pay me, fine. Anyway, he blathered on for about 15 minutes, basically saying the same thing about twenty times, and I missed a whole quarter of a KU Bball game because I was too nice to cut him off.
Fast forward to yesterday morning. He calls at 8am. I don't answer. He calls at 5pm. I'm cooking. He calls at 6,7, 10 and 11pm. ON VALENTINE'S DAY! This just screams social retardation. Firstly, unless you're a good friend, I won't call before 10am, or after 9pm. It's rude. And what could be so gawddamned important that he needs to call 5 times in one day.
Then the last straw. He calls this morning at 7am. 7 am? You've got to be kidding me. Then after I let the voice mail pick up, he leaves a rather pissy message about how I'm not calling him back. Impatient much?
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