When, exactly, do they grow up?
Do you remember school when you were little? In elementary school, the teacher had to raise her voice to get the kids to quiet down. If it was cupcake day in cafeteria, she might have had to yell, but only a little.Then a couple of years later, it got worse. The kids’ respect for authority had waned a bit. So being belligerent toward the teacher was easy for those couple kids. And the rest of class followed suit cause bowing to peer pressure makes you cool.
And in high school, it actually became a little bit easier on the teachers. It was cool to be quiet and distant toward a teacher, only to get all rowdy in hallways between classes with your crew. And lunch… well that was just craziness. However, I digress.
And then you get to college. It’s a little different there. The vast majority of people present are there cause they want to be. It’s somewhat rare to someone that is spending 15 to 40 grand a year on something that they aren’t willing to put a little bit of effort into. Regardless, there is always those two or three girls (sorry ladies, but it usually is girls) who sit in the back and talk in class. And not like that whispering you can barely hear them talk. Straight up, normal conversational tone and volume talking. In a lecture hall acoustically designed to project voices.
And I always wanted to punch them in the face. Not that I was really paying attention in those classes where I was stuck in a room with chatty freshmen girls, but seriously people… Have some damn respect. I could rant on this for a hell of lot more. But I’ll save you the trouble.
My point is, I figured that it would end as people grew up. I figured that the last remnants of it were those chatty freshmen girls. But no, how wrong I was.
I was at meeting. It was a very large meeting. IT all hands meeting. Like 60-75 people. Long story short: Two ladies (I’d early thirties), incessantly telling each other how they didn’t need to be at this meeting intermixed with stuff about their boyfriends. At one point they were telling each other where their boyfriends shaved. It was incredible. No respect for the speaker, whatsoever. Frankly, I’m surprised that, a. they put up with that shit, and b. they still have jobs.
I have feeling that when I’m a manager, people are gonna hate me. Oh well.
posted by Sunder @ 5:00 PM
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