But today I almost told a girl off. She was sitting in the lounge (with her black suit of course)... and loudly having a conversation with some other candidates who were noticeably more well behaved. At some point I pulled out my iphone and started recording what she said... because I knew no one would believe me. The diatribe went something like this...
Black suit girl (LOUDLY) "Yeah, I'm from California... where I worked as an EMT for company X... who were all FUCKING MORONS!!! I mean, every loser guy who can't get into college decides he wants to be an EMT... so I had to compete with all of THEM to actually get a job. SERIOUSLY, I could not handle that job. It FUCKING SUCKED!!! I'm used to a job where I can go where I want, when I want, and I don't have a schedule or a supervisor. I can't deal with having to show up at a certain time, when someone tells me to...."
Let's just say this lovely talk went on for about 20 minutes. As I sat there, I got progressively more steamed. Not to say that I don't do my fair share of bitching about morons. But not LOUDLY, WITH PROFANITY, and on my MED SCHOOL INTERVIEW! I thought about asking her her name so I could send the Dean a "grossly offended" blackball email. I considered asking her shut up. I considered ripping out her recurrent laryngeal nerve.
In the end I figured it wouldn't matter. She couldn't possibly behave herself on an interview. She couldn't possibly end up here. If she does, I can always resort to my laryngeal-nerve-severing ninja moves.
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