Derpy Lameass Syndrome

First thing this morning, I received a ticket at 8:30 AM about a printer that's jamming.

At 8:33 AM I assign the ticket to myself and walk over to find the guy sitting next to it trying to print to the thing repeatedly. It probably would have been more acceptable if he just didn't know, but he was commenting on how it "jammed again" as I walked up. Still, whatever, no big deal. I mean...if your car was stalling every time you started it, you wouldn't probably continue to drive it as if nothing was wrong, but these guys don't own the equipment, so they have utterly no respect.

I simply said, "So....you decided to keep printing to it knowing it was broken??" Well, his response, in the typical immature fashion I've come to expect from that group, was to completely ignore the question I asked, not give a reason for why he was doing what he was doing, fabricate "attitude" on my part, and displace the blame by playing the victim role.

His cohort decided she'd throw in: "Well, I need a #%@&ing printer to print to."

At that point, I had to walk away. I had to walk away and breathe deep. See, I work for a company who doesn't believe that the rainforest matters. We have 33 networked printers. One is at the end of each row of cubicles (some even have two) and there are four copiers that can be used as network printers in the interim. Furthermore, one of the networked copiers is less than 15 feet away from the lady who made that comment.

Let me let you take that in. Mr. Derp PMSed on me..then Mrs. Pottymouth went all unfounded argument seconds later.....yep..that really happened.

So, in my efforts to not completely despise them all, I swapped out the toner cartridge (suspected the remanufactured drum was a problem) then explained to Mr. Derp why you shouldn't continuously try to make a broken printer try to print. (Still no explanation for why he was doing what he was doing...) I just left it at that. Seriously, 3 minute response time into a world of derptitude far beyond what any person coming off a Rebif night deserves (let alone anyone in general...)

I left it there. I was done with it. What brought it back up was the fact that the people in that row were asking my partner what was wrong with ME today.

See, this is where complaints of my demeanor obviously stemmed from. I'm a pretty relaxed guy and (especially since my vacation) nice to the people I work with. It makes my life easier if they can't see how bad I rage at their ignorance........yet even when I'm calm you get PMSing fatmen bitching about my attitude toward them.

I sure wish I had the words to say that more eloquently....I just don't. I despise cancerous tumors on the face of an organization that are constantly trying to make themselves look better than others when they are really insignificant and immature.

Ya....that...