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Fuck Entitlement

posted by sidewalker_Principle on rant

That's right. Fuck every one of these self-entitled, thin-wristed, slack-jawed, limp-dicked, saggyboobed mother fuckers on this planet. Who died and made you the main attraction?

I work on the weekends in a very rich area, doing nothing more than sitting at a desk and answering questions. This desk is part of a main feature in a high end upper class neighborhood. I'm talking high, as in the surrounding properties are worth several million dollars a piece...to fucking RENT. The city it is located in has a lot of prominent people coming through and staying in this area for a few days to a few months at a time. For the most part, it is just a summer home for trustfund babies. Other times it is used for politicians and top rank CEO's to take a break and go fishing or shopping.

I regularly "oversee" a lot of events at this place. People will rent it out and throw weddings, parties, wine tastings, auctions, etc. I once had an event where the mayor of the city came by to discuss business with a dozen or so power players. You know the Wolf of Wall street? Well he didn't stay here, but one of the guys who followed him around a few years ago did. The dude was a straight prick, but I learned a lot from him.

The reason behind my rant, is not really these adults that come through. A lot of them worked hard to get to where they are now. Many of them rose up from the shitty conditions in the same city as I am to loftier positions. For the majority, I can respect them.

But their children. Oh my fucking GOD their children are some of the worst human beings on this planet. Not to mention some of their wives. Not every wife is bad, but a lot of these people's spouses did nothing to contribute to their husband's success besides fuck them and wed them.

Let me set the scene. Few months back we hosted a baby shower for a wealthy executive's wife. There are a lot of stipulations surrounding these events at my work, such as what time they are allowed to setup/takedown, what kind of equipment they bring in, etc. Normally people are compliant and abide by the contract. But this lady...oh she's just Queen Bee.

Several hours before her paid time to setup, she's having caterers prep food in the kitchen. She's ordered a moving company to come in and remove all the default furniture and decorations (against contract). She fucking rented out an entire new set of furniture to be setup in the main room, and mind you this event only lasts a few hours. Obviously money was no issue to her, and this is where the entitlement factor comes into play.

My job is to make sure these people don't do this shit.

So enter /u/sidewalker_Principle, broccoli in hand. I see the movers removing the furniture, and I'm freaking out. This isn't supposed to happen. I approach the lady, but she's busy with a wine glass and chicken-heading with other rich bitches. Eventually the varicose-veined witch notices me, a lowly peasant in a black shirt. The way she looked at me was unworldly. It was the look you and I would have given a cockroach if it had skittered out from underneath the cabinets. And that's how she made me feel, with her every action.

I mention that she's not allowed to do this, that there are repercussions, fees, deposit holdover's.

Remember, she's surrounded by other rich women, in the middle of talking about who-the-fuck-cares.

NONE of them even turn to recognize that I am there. The main bitch just swishes around her wine glass and laughs at me.

"Oh, my husband didn't talk to you?" She retorts with an air of smugness.

"No ma'am, and even still this is a breach of the contract that you signed and if it doesn't stop we will have to take necessary actions." I reply, barley able to stomach the thought of calling her ma'am. That word is the word I use for women I respect. Not this lady.

"Actions?" She scoffs. Another swirl of the wine glass, and this time a few of the other cunts look at me briefly before returning to their own wine glasses.

"Whatever they are, I'll pay them. Tell [name of my boss] its going to be ok, and I don't see why there's all this fuss about it." She's pooching her lips now, like Trump does. I want to smack the ever-living shit out of her.

At this point there's not much I can do. I did my job, I warned her of the consequences. Now I sit back and keep track of how long she's breaking rules. The beauty of this job, and the only reason I put up with it, is that when these rich people fuck up I actually get paid extra. Sometimes I hope they do fuck up, so I can afford a higher tier of Ramen that night. (Not a joke, I'm actually poor as fuck and Ramen is a godsend)

Anyways. I sit down, and keep an eye on the movers to make sure they aren't messing up. The wallpaper in this place alone is worth $50k. There are TWO air conditioning units in EACH room, so one half can set what temperature they want, and the other half can do theirs as well.

I'm flipping through Voat on mobile (this was before I knew about Phuks) when I can suddenly hear the bitches' conversation. Like before I guess I had tuned it out, but now it was distinct. And I cringed, hard, at what I heard.

Bitch A: "Yes isn't this place lovely? I heard Theresa was moving here in the fall."

Bitch B: "Oh honey don't fool yourself, it's nothing close to [name of wealthy city]. Have you seen downtown?"

Bitch A: "Either way, Theresa is moving here...and get this!" She proceeds to describe the home that "Theresa" is moving into.

I can't remember the exact words she used, but the gaggle of cunts were MAKING FUN of Theresa's supposed balcony size!

Yes, these bitches were talking shit about Theresa because of the size of her balcony. They used a really fancy word for balcony, I can't remember what it was right now, but for the sake of this rant Theresa was the center of the joke.

Theresa, who no doubt was probably just as rich as these people, didn't buy a house with a big enough balcony in it. And the other women excommunicated her because of it. They were literally laughing at her.

Laughing at this woman because her balcony was small compared to theirs.

And get this...

Bitch A: "I'm not sure we should even have invited her tonight!"

I'm done. I can't even continue because I'm getting angry again. Here I am, struggling to survive, and these people are so far gone in their own heads that they think they should stop being friends with somebody because her balcony wasn't big enough.

I thought the jokes about rich people were just that...jokes.

Now I realize that these motherfuckers are aliens. They are COMPLETELY separated from us. They don't view poverty as human. They really don't think anybody who makes less money than them is worth their while.

I'm sorry this was so long, but hey...it IS a rant.

TLDR: Fuck Entitlement

That's right. Fuck every one of these self-entitled, thin-wristed, slack-jawed, limp-dicked, saggyboobed mother fuckers on this planet. Who died and made *you* the main attraction? I work on the weekends in a *very* rich area, doing nothing more than sitting at a desk and answering questions. This desk is part of a main feature in a high end upper class neighborhood. I'm talking high, as in the surrounding properties are worth several million dollars a piece...to fucking RENT. The city it is located in has a lot of prominent people coming through and staying in this area for a few days to a few months at a time. For the most part, it is just a summer home for trustfund babies. Other times it is used for politicians and top rank CEO's to take a break and go fishing or shopping. I regularly "oversee" a lot of events at this place. People will rent it out and throw weddings, parties, wine tastings, auctions, etc. I once had an event where the mayor of the city came by to discuss business with a dozen or so power players. You know the Wolf of Wall street? Well he didn't stay here, but one of the guys who followed him around a few years ago did. The dude was a straight prick, but I learned a lot from him. The reason behind my rant, is not really these adults that come through. A lot of them worked hard to get to where they are now. Many of them rose up from the shitty conditions in the same city as I am to loftier positions. For the majority, I can respect them. But their children. Oh my fucking GOD their children are some of the worst human beings on this planet. Not to mention some of their wives. Not every wife is bad, but a lot of these people's spouses did *nothing* to contribute to their husband's success besides fuck them and wed them. Let me set the scene. Few months back we hosted a baby shower for a wealthy executive's wife. There are a lot of stipulations surrounding these events at my work, such as what time they are allowed to setup/takedown, what kind of equipment they bring in, etc. Normally people are compliant and abide by the contract. But this lady...oh she's just Queen Bee. Several hours *before* her paid time to setup, she's having caterers prep food in the kitchen. She's ordered a moving company to come in and remove all the default furniture and decorations (against contract). She fucking rented out an entire new set of furniture to be setup in the main room, and mind you this event only lasts a few hours. Obviously money was no issue to her, and this is where the entitlement factor comes into play. My job is to make sure these people *don't* do this shit. So enter /u/sidewalker_Principle, broccoli in hand. I see the movers removing the furniture, and I'm freaking out. This isn't supposed to happen. I approach the lady, but she's busy with a wine glass and chicken-heading with other rich bitches. Eventually the varicose-veined witch notices me, a lowly peasant in a black shirt. The way she looked at me was unworldly. It was the look you and I would have given a cockroach if it had skittered out from underneath the cabinets. And that's how she made me feel, with her every action. I mention that she's not allowed to do this, that there are repercussions, fees, deposit holdover's. Remember, she's surrounded by other rich women, in the middle of talking about who-the-fuck-cares. NONE of them even turn to recognize that I am there. The main bitch just swishes around her wine glass and laughs at me. "Oh, my husband didn't talk to you?" She retorts with an air of smugness. "No ma'am, and even still this is a breach of the contract that you signed and if it doesn't stop we will have to take necessary actions." I reply, barley able to stomach the thought of calling her ma'am. That word is the word I use for women I respect. Not this lady. "Actions?" She scoffs. Another swirl of the wine glass, and this time a few of the other cunts look at me briefly before returning to their own wine glasses. "Whatever they are, I'll pay them. Tell [name of my boss] its going to be ok, and I don't see why there's all this fuss about it." She's pooching her lips now, like Trump does. I want to smack the ever-living shit out of her. At this point there's not much I can do. I did my job, I warned her of the consequences. Now I sit back and keep track of how long she's breaking rules. The beauty of this job, and the only reason I put up with it, is that when these rich people fuck up I actually get paid extra. Sometimes I hope they *do* fuck up, so I can afford a higher tier of Ramen that night. (Not a joke, I'm actually poor as fuck and Ramen is a godsend) Anyways. I sit down, and keep an eye on the movers to make sure they aren't messing up. The wallpaper in this place alone is worth $50k. There are TWO air conditioning units in EACH room, so one half can set what temperature they want, and the other half can do theirs as well. I'm flipping through Voat on mobile (this was before I knew about Phuks) when I can suddenly hear the bitches' conversation. Like before I guess I had tuned it out, but now it was distinct. And I cringed, hard, at what I heard. Bitch A: "Yes isn't this place lovely? I heard Theresa was moving here in the fall." Bitch B: "Oh honey don't fool yourself, it's nothing close to [name of wealthy city]. Have you seen downtown?" Bitch A: "Either way, Theresa is moving here...and get this!" She proceeds to describe the home that "Theresa" is moving into. I can't remember the exact words she used, but the gaggle of cunts were MAKING FUN of Theresa's supposed balcony size! Yes, these bitches were talking shit about Theresa because of the size of her balcony. They used a really fancy word for balcony, I can't remember what it was right now, but for the sake of this rant Theresa was the center of the joke. Theresa, who no doubt was probably just as rich as these people, didn't buy a house with a big enough balcony in it. And the other women excommunicated her because of it. They were literally laughing at her. **Laughing** at this woman because her balcony was small compared to theirs. And get this... Bitch A: "I'm not sure we should even have invited her tonight!" ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I'm done. I can't even continue because I'm getting angry again. Here I am, *struggling to survive*, and these people are so far gone in their own heads that they think they should stop being friends with somebody because her balcony wasn't big enough. I thought the jokes about rich people were just that...jokes. Now I realize that these motherfuckers are aliens. They are COMPLETELY separated from us. They don't view poverty as human. They really don't think anybody who makes less money than them is worth their while. I'm sorry this was so long, but hey...it IS a rant. **TLDR**: Fuck Entitlement

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[–] GuyIDisagreeWith 1 points (+1|-0)

I'm imagining Rich Bitch version of the balcony scene from Romeo & Juliet. Spoilers: They die at the end.