Wednesday
May042005
The Most Compelling Reason for a Return to the Old *Survival of The Fittest* Adage I've Heard All Month
Wednesday, May 4, 2005 at 04:56PM
Overheard during testing...
"Well, the forces are so desperately looking for people, I can't understand why they'd make me go through basic training. I thought I could just show up and prove I was a Canadian."
"I broke into my parents liquor cabinet when I was two. Do I have to write that date down as the first time I drank alcohol?"
Seriously.
She passed the aptitude testing.
All the adults in my session did. When half my little sister's (graduating) testing class DIDN'T.
No shit.
And they all caught me rolling my eyes.
I think they could feel that I showed remarkable and admirable restraint by not giving into the desperate urge to bang my head on the table.
All I have to say is that if she actually makes it to basic and expects to whine her way through it like she did through 3.5 hours on Monday, then we'd best be hoping I'm not there. I won't be reaching back with my hand to help her over the obstacles or putting my hand on her ass to shove her over from behind. My definition of team these days consists mostly of the phrase, "Suck it up and MOVE, bitch".
I'll definitely be one of those mean Navy Seal-type bastards in my own private "GI Jen" movie.
"Well, the forces are so desperately looking for people, I can't understand why they'd make me go through basic training. I thought I could just show up and prove I was a Canadian."
"I broke into my parents liquor cabinet when I was two. Do I have to write that date down as the first time I drank alcohol?"
Seriously.
She passed the aptitude testing.
All the adults in my session did. When half my little sister's (graduating) testing class DIDN'T.
No shit.
And they all caught me rolling my eyes.
I think they could feel that I showed remarkable and admirable restraint by not giving into the desperate urge to bang my head on the table.
All I have to say is that if she actually makes it to basic and expects to whine her way through it like she did through 3.5 hours on Monday, then we'd best be hoping I'm not there. I won't be reaching back with my hand to help her over the obstacles or putting my hand on her ass to shove her over from behind. My definition of team these days consists mostly of the phrase, "Suck it up and MOVE, bitch".
I'll definitely be one of those mean Navy Seal-type bastards in my own private "GI Jen" movie.
