Pavarotti
So apparently Luciano Pavarotti has pancreatic cancer. Which is sad, of course, no one should have to go through that.
But this isn't about Pavarotti's cancer. Nope, this is me bitching about my retarded supervisor. Again. I'm sitting here, transcribing the terribly important crime of driving without a seatbelt, just loving the shit out of my job, when my supervisor shouts out, "Pavarotti has cancer!"
I respond back with my now normal, "Okay..." It's not that I don't care, but I'm in work mode, so I don't see what Pavarotti's cancer has to do with anything we're supposed to be concerning ourselves with at the moment. And, to be painfully honest, I guess I really don't care too much. It's sad and all, but I don't know the guy and I'm not really a big fan of opera, so...yeah. I understand he's a huge talent and all but in my world, Pavarotti is just a deep, screaming voice that shows up on TV every once in a while.
If I just ignore the stupid shit my supervisor says then she starts to get worried that we're not "buds" anymore, and then I have to go through the whole, "Are we still buds?" conversation which is incredibly annoying. Rather than go through that I decide to throw out a token, "That's too bad."
"Oh yeah, it's a real shame because if he dies, then we lose that beautiful voice to cancer."
I know, I know, it seems like a benign statement and I shouldn't let something small like that annoy me. Walk a mile in my shoes. I just can't stand it when people get all bent out of shape about the tragic shit that happens in the world. I mean, I understand being affected by something like Katrina, but you give to the Red Cross and go about your day. But I'm not talking about that, I'm talking about the sort of person who thinks the news is somehow more real than what's going on around them. If my supervisor would take the time to drive twenty minutes to downtown Los Angeles, she could see homeless people going into alcoholic convulsions and living on borrowed time, but fuck that shit, Pavarotti has cancer, its so TRAGIC!!!
And, at the risk of sounding cruel, how tragic is this news really? Haven't we been in danger of losing his beautiful voice to fried foods? Or old age? The man is 70 years old, if he dies tomorrow he's lived one seriously great life. Not that his passing isn't bad but let's leave the grieving for his family and friends and the folks that actually knew him.
And most importantly, he's not dead. He has cancer, he just had surgery and he's now recovering from that surgery. Hell maybe the guy will live. Maybe he'll sing again. Maybe not. I'll wait till he's dead before I mourn his loss.
But this isn't about Pavarotti's cancer. Nope, this is me bitching about my retarded supervisor. Again. I'm sitting here, transcribing the terribly important crime of driving without a seatbelt, just loving the shit out of my job, when my supervisor shouts out, "Pavarotti has cancer!"
I respond back with my now normal, "Okay..." It's not that I don't care, but I'm in work mode, so I don't see what Pavarotti's cancer has to do with anything we're supposed to be concerning ourselves with at the moment. And, to be painfully honest, I guess I really don't care too much. It's sad and all, but I don't know the guy and I'm not really a big fan of opera, so...yeah. I understand he's a huge talent and all but in my world, Pavarotti is just a deep, screaming voice that shows up on TV every once in a while.
If I just ignore the stupid shit my supervisor says then she starts to get worried that we're not "buds" anymore, and then I have to go through the whole, "Are we still buds?" conversation which is incredibly annoying. Rather than go through that I decide to throw out a token, "That's too bad."
"Oh yeah, it's a real shame because if he dies, then we lose that beautiful voice to cancer."
I know, I know, it seems like a benign statement and I shouldn't let something small like that annoy me. Walk a mile in my shoes. I just can't stand it when people get all bent out of shape about the tragic shit that happens in the world. I mean, I understand being affected by something like Katrina, but you give to the Red Cross and go about your day. But I'm not talking about that, I'm talking about the sort of person who thinks the news is somehow more real than what's going on around them. If my supervisor would take the time to drive twenty minutes to downtown Los Angeles, she could see homeless people going into alcoholic convulsions and living on borrowed time, but fuck that shit, Pavarotti has cancer, its so TRAGIC!!!
And, at the risk of sounding cruel, how tragic is this news really? Haven't we been in danger of losing his beautiful voice to fried foods? Or old age? The man is 70 years old, if he dies tomorrow he's lived one seriously great life. Not that his passing isn't bad but let's leave the grieving for his family and friends and the folks that actually knew him.
And most importantly, he's not dead. He has cancer, he just had surgery and he's now recovering from that surgery. Hell maybe the guy will live. Maybe he'll sing again. Maybe not. I'll wait till he's dead before I mourn his loss.
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