Aspsusa
Why am I a Heartless Bitch?
...people keep telling me I am, and who am I to argue with people
when they for once get something RIGHT. Not that I usually bother to argue with
people when they get stuff wrong, either. Which is most of the time.
I'd also like to claim the title of Uppity Bitch - I am not one of life's
winners; I'm empathy challenged (=autistic, but good at faking it), activity
challenged (=looks like lazy to most people), without formal education, a "good"
or even steady job, or glorious prospects. Still, don't think for a second you
can patronize me. All your "niceness", degrees or fat pay-checks don't mean
squat to me when you are WRONG. Doesn't matter if your field is waiting tables,
selling computers, lawyering or doctoring - incompetence is incompetence, and I
have no patience for it. Don't much dig stupidity or oafishness either.
I've been known to pointedly ask for a rag to wipe dirty tables in
restaurants, administer the clue-by-four to drunken suits harassing girls half
their age and weight, and telling doctors to stop wasting my time trying to
"reassure me" and focus on the facts. The mild end of what I do to salespersons
of electronics or computers usually begins with "Yes, I know that - anyone can
look that up, now do your job and answer my questions."
I'm a Bitch, not a monster - admit you are not the cat's whiskers but only
trying to do your best and you might get a pass, or even some help.
Country: Finland
Yes! I want to read more from Real Life Heartless Bitches
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