Sunday, October 03, 2004
The Best Revenge is Living Well
I ran into a former fraternity brother of mine who I actually don't hate at all. Myke Reiser. Myke's too much of a good person to deserve being there, but he seems to get something out of it worth paying for, so I don't really try to nag him to quit. But he's filled me in on what its like, and all I can say is that I'm glad that I bailed when I did.
Anyway, there was a certain douchebag in TEP that was a polar opposite. We never saw eye to eye. He was a meathead. He's the kind of person who'd sport the "Freedom isn't Free" bumper sticker with no understanding of the current political climate. He just wanted to express his "Yes its okay to send this generation's young people off to die for what they don't understand" point of view while his SUV continues to only get 8 mpg.
Let's term this person NabG. NabG is apparently a 3rd shift assistant manager at some mexican fast food place. That's what you can do with a communications degree from Pitt when you put your silly little frat ahead of it. The only job perk you have is you get to prey on 16 and 17 year old girls who are there, working their first minimum wage shit job before they leave for bigger and better things in college.
Apparently NabG comes back almost every weekend to party with the gang -- maybe because he's a hard guy to like. Hell, let's be honest, it was a miracle that someone so unlikeable made it to such an age without being repeatedly shot in the face, 50 cent style. I blame the assault weapon ban. In other words, he hasn't made any friends after college.
NabG could've not gone to college and gotten a job at PennDot. And then he would be making more then I do. I find it fabulous that some liberal arts degrees actually make you less valuable on the job market because they essentially state "I'm functionally useless."
They say the best Revenge is living well, and to that I say, "Yes it is."
Anyway, there was a certain douchebag in TEP that was a polar opposite. We never saw eye to eye. He was a meathead. He's the kind of person who'd sport the "Freedom isn't Free" bumper sticker with no understanding of the current political climate. He just wanted to express his "Yes its okay to send this generation's young people off to die for what they don't understand" point of view while his SUV continues to only get 8 mpg.
Let's term this person NabG. NabG is apparently a 3rd shift assistant manager at some mexican fast food place. That's what you can do with a communications degree from Pitt when you put your silly little frat ahead of it. The only job perk you have is you get to prey on 16 and 17 year old girls who are there, working their first minimum wage shit job before they leave for bigger and better things in college.
Apparently NabG comes back almost every weekend to party with the gang -- maybe because he's a hard guy to like. Hell, let's be honest, it was a miracle that someone so unlikeable made it to such an age without being repeatedly shot in the face, 50 cent style. I blame the assault weapon ban. In other words, he hasn't made any friends after college.
NabG could've not gone to college and gotten a job at PennDot. And then he would be making more then I do. I find it fabulous that some liberal arts degrees actually make you less valuable on the job market because they essentially state "I'm functionally useless."
They say the best Revenge is living well, and to that I say, "Yes it is."
