Work has been such a headache lately. It's really taking a toll on me. And for what? No extra money, no praise, not even a sense of purpose. I just went out to dinner with my buddy from work who is our MIS Director and it was such a relief to just relax, have a beer and hang out with a friend. It was cool too that he gave me a compliment about how he views me as one of the few people on or near his level and appreciates how observant I am. Which is nice to hear, and the feeling is actually mutual. He is one of the few people there that I consider to be on my level. So many people we are surrounded by just have no clue. I think that is one of the most frustrating aspects. I have a lot of patience for young people who have no clue, but once you reach a certain age, you should have a general idea of things. Ah, we all have our strengths and weaknesses, that much I am very well aware of. But let's put the polite bullshit away, some people are just fucking stupid. It's that simple. And I don't mean the ones who went to a crappy school, or whose parents never stressed education, or even some people I know who have a level of intelligence but have a learning disability, or those who pretend to be ignorant and rely on being cute. NO I am not talking about those people, I know who they are and have an idea of their level of intelligence. NO, I am speaking of the people that are fucking stupid. You know them. Admit it.
I am not advocating their wholesale slaughter or anything like that. Nor would I advise pointing at them and mocking them as they reverse a mailing label and a return address label on a package, so that 3 days later the mailman delivers the package back to them and they wonder in bewilderment how come the intended recipient sent it back. Not realizing that they just mailed the package to themself. NO I wouldn't think it nice to mock them for that.
That kind of ridicule is best left for after work or even on a blog.

Anyway, it was nice to relax after work with someone who I consider to be a good guy and is becoming a good friend. If I can come away from this job with one or two good friends, then it makes a lot of the bullshit worth it. And they help pass the time while we stare in wonder at the marvels of those around us and try to figure out who is really sane, them or us.