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thejanechord
Diaryland
notifylist.com
2002-07-16
4:34 p.m.
I have determined that the issue is not that I have a knack for finding the world's easiest jobs, but rather that I just happen to be smarter than 99.5% of the world's population and I get things done more quickly than most people do. I can't help that. The way the world works for me is that I find something that needs to be done, I do it as quickly as is accurately possible, and then I move on to bigger and better means of broadening my horizons and sharpening my mind.
What's so wrong with that?
I am doing precisely the opposite of slacking. For anyone to be in the same position as I and to go out of their way to find extra things to do that haven't already been done or have no reason to BE done would be completely and totally superficially kissing ass. I won't kiss your ass. If you want me to do something, ask me to do it. You will ABSOLUTELY find it done when you next return. But if you're just going to give me a thing here or there that takes no time and leave 90% of my time to me, what the hell else am I supposed to do?
I don't believe in busywork.
Busywork is for stupid people. Busywork is what the second-grade teacher gives to the student who misbehaved because they need to learn through repetition of the simplest of concepts before they'll get the concept through their thick skull. Busywork is a waste of your time, my time, and the time of everyone on earth who will come into contact with me for the rest of my life because the time I will have lost in doing your busywork could have been better spent writing the world's next great novel. Are you seriously going to tell me that I'm doing something wrong?
That's ABSURD!
It actually makes me laugh. It literally, physically makes me laugh more than any of the funniest things I've seen on TV, with the possible exception of The Simpsons because we all know what's happened there. So I'm good at getting my work done. Fine -- give me more. But don't give me something that doesn't really need to be done just because your superciliously bourgeois mind randomly decided that it's morally wrong for me to be getting paid for sitting here and being smarter than you.
I've finished my dinner; I want my goddamn dessert.
