Friday, December 09, 2011
One Last Time
I just realized that I have to deal with that cesspool I just left one more time to get my income tax information for next year’s taxes.
Just the thought of having to contact those assholes is exhausting, I can only imagine the b.s. I’m going to have to put up with when I do call. If I’m lucky, I’ll get the boss or the ONE cool person at the counter right away. If I’m not, I will have to try multiple times because I know, for a fact, that two of them, including the Russian Bitch, will not pass on the message. The thing is, Russian bitch is the boss’ wife and she should know better than to fuck with those forms as they are required by law to give them out but she is an insipid twit and will make up some excuse not to do it. “She never called here, we didn’t know!” I guarantee it. That is how she operates.
I will try, very hard, not to tell Bitch, (not Russian bitch, just THE bitch), to go suck a rotting alligator penis, much as I would like to do, or tell her everything I’ve ever wanted to say to her, because she deserves it because a) it’s not worth the time and b) she’ll just use it to make herself a martyr YET again. Lying, manipulative bitch. The thing is, she is so bad at manipulation that anyone with the IQ of a single cell life form would catch on but, again, that place is filled with utter morons so it actually works for her.
Maybe some day they’ll get a damn clue.
Whatever, just give me my income tax stuff and they can suck it for the rest of their lives.
You know, I’ve left jobs in the past because I was unhappy with the “management” but I’ve never been so ecstatic to leave a place as I have this one that I left in Miami. I do miss the animals on tour but I don’t miss anything else about it at all. Driving an airboat was fun but I don’t miss the tourists, I don’t miss the long days. I don’t miss the heat. I don’t miss the humidity. I don’t miss having to take idiots out in 30 degree weather, at 30mph. (Think that isn’t cold? Ok, for those of you in the states that get that kind of weather, go rent a convertible, drive around in it for 8-9 hours with the top down and then come tell me it’s not cold.) I don’t miss the fools who fall in the water, who feed the gators, (illegal), who harass the animals, (illegal), who ask stupid questions, (oh yes, there ARE stupid questions), who cut down protected plant life in the Glades, (illegal), to widen the channel for their airboats, who spill oil in to the Glades, (illegal), who throw boat parts in to the Glades, (illegal), who have done all sorts of illegal things and acted all kinds of stupid but strut around like they’re the top shit.
Guess what? NOBODY has heard of those people outside of an 8 mile stretch of road. If I were to say a few particular names around here, not a person would have a clue nor care. In fact, most people here would undoubtedly think that those mentioned were total shit bags. (They would be right.)
Hell, even some of the tourists figured that out. I’ve had some of the tourists say things to me about the other drivers, about the bitches behind the counter, about the boss. Every one of them was right. Yep, they are showing off, yep, they are assholes, yep, that is a whiskey voice and is not cool like he thinks it is, yep, that one IS all about himself, wow, you’ve been here an hour and you figured that one out already but these clowns who have been here years still don’t get it? Yep, this place is a dump, yep, the people behind the counter are rude and bitchy, yep, the boss doesn’t care about anything except his money...you are absolutely right!
All I want right now is my income tax information and Gator Park can go fuck itself right raw. I wish it would be shut down, frankly.
