Yesterday every one got their schedules for the year, and of course everyone went around trying to figure out whoís in what classes when. I'll admit it, I do it too. And thatís why I have this story.
Ralph- lets just call him that- is to say the least a royal asshat. Or he thinks heís royalty by the crappy way he treats people. I was his friend (notice the past tense) until the idiot started to get really really stupid. Complaining and saying idiotic stuff along the lines of ďOh Rachael, I can never get a date, all the girls think Iím too fat!Ē or ďI can never date anyone because the last chick I asked out rejected meĒ. Now I maybe Iím being a bit cold hearted, but as that I did (once again, past tense) like him, and he never acted upon that when he liked me, I donít care.
Ralph even had the balls once to get mad because I wouldnít get a job where he worked. And it wasnít because of him! Contrary to what he claims, I didnít want the job because I donít want to work in Food or Retail. And according to the current events in my life (aka. Doctors office Job) I made a good choice. The moron also once got mad at me for JOKING about something. The thought just fled my mind. I did know it, honest. I just forgot.
Well anyway, Ralph is not on my good list, and Iím glad the moron didnít get the class he wanted. Why? And you might say thatís harsh. But I told him to talk to his counselor about the teachers saying you donít need the Prerequisite, I meant it in his best interest (Iím in the same class and I didnít take the Prerequisite), and he completely ignored my advice, and now he doesnít have the class. But the idiot had the nerve to IM me and get snotty about it. And I was decent! I was! And I will remain decent, but Iíll say it flat out now, I am not going to be anything more then civil and decent to this assclown. I will not tolerate his idiocy. I will follow his orders in Stage Crew, and Iíll follow them faithfully and do a good job at it, but I will not tolerate the Emotional Roller Coaster he seems determined to drag every human soul that crosses his path on.
pardon my language