The kind of person that you meet at certain dismal, dull affairs

The Lump with ADD is gone!
Mwahahaha!
Of the worthless piles of lumps of crap I have worked with (and I have worked with a LOT) he was the most recent.
Obviously Mr. Easily Distracted is a child of priviledge that has been spoiled to the point of worthlessness.
Allow me to prove my point:
In an era of $3 a gallon gas (election months not counted) he drives an SUV
Said large automobile is no more than 2 years old. It appeared to have leather interior, I didn't get a look at the stereo but I have suspicions.
He has personalized AND University themed plates (each customization costs $25-$50 extra a year, he has 2, do the math)
He is a musician in a band that seems to have no name and despite my tendency to stay far away from clubs I know the names of all the bands that play regularly around here (I read). I've never heard of his band. He couldn't describe the kind of music he plays, this leads me to believe the 'band' is actually a bunch of guys that watch Futurama DVDs together and talk about how they'd have the most awesome band in the world. If they had a band.
He has been working off and on and temporarily for a temp agency for some months and has been out of school long enough to have run through any student loans he might have backlogged
I know he's been out of school awhile because he tried to leave work an hour early to catch the kick off of a football game (on fucking telly) featuring his 'alma mater.' Someone that just graduated would more than likely use a more immediate term, such as "my school."
Further, he used the term alma mater, which just reeks of suburban wealth. Really, who says that?

"My alma mater, Devry Techical Institute, is having an open house tonight.I wouldn't miss it for the world."
See, it doesn't make sense.
I could go on. But the amount of energy I put into observing him so far outweighs the actual amount of effort he put into performing his assignment it doesn't reflect well on either party involved.

The manager of the branches I've been working at today told me that She doesn't want people in other clusters (there are a lot of libraries in the system) to know about how good I am. She said she's afraid she'll lose me to someone that gets clearance to hire someone before she does.
Baby, even the losers...
Realizing my position was secure I became a real bitch to Lump. He was sitting at the front desk playing on the Internets. This kept me from accessing the one computer. If I needed to do something on the PC I just pushed him aside and said something charming like, "Excuse me, person that's actually productive coming through."
Or, another great moment in snark:
Katie had told me that I was to sit in front of the computer and not move until it was time to close. She said I could do whatever I wanted as long as it kept Lump off the Interweb. I was reading a delightful fanfic MST. Lump began drumming his fingers on the counter. He drummed and drummed like some new kind of torture.
"Is that really necessary?" I said in my best angry BBC announcer voice.
He stopped.
Tee hee. He has been told to not bother returning after Saturday. I shouldn't take pleasure in another person's loss of employment. But I can't help myself. I'm just unpleasant.

Now for a bit of wank. As you may have read Tues on House Wilson argued House as Asperger's syndrome and then stated that he knew that wasn't so. WIlson said that he (House) just wishes he did. This amused me. I diagnosed myself with many of the signs of AS awhile ago. (If memory serves the proof of that is somewhere recorded in this very blog.)
Here's a quick cut and paste of the symptoms:
1. Qualitative impairment in social interaction;
2. The presence of restricted, repetitive and stereotyped behaviors and interests;
3. Significant impairment in important areas of functioning;
4. No significant delay in language;
5. No significant delay in cognitive development, self-help skills, or adaptive behaviors (other than social interaction); and,
6. The symptoms must not be better accounted for by another specific pervasive developmental disorder or schizophrenia.[4]

* Limited interests or preoccupation with a subject to the exclusion of other activities;
* Repetitive behaviors or rituals;
* Peculiarities in speech and language;
* Socially and emotionally inappropriate behavior and interpersonal interaction;
* Problems with nonverbal communication; and
* Clumsy and uncoordinated motor movements.




Sounds like me. But, in conversation with someone (Mum, Dad--actually, I think it was Mik) the statement was made that it would be nice if that was what made me weird. But, fact of the matter is, I'm just not like the other kids. Having been branded 'gifted' at an early age I was ostracized by the rest of the people with whom I went to school. I had no sporting ability and so took to reading at recess rather than playing. The tales of my inability to act in a manner appropriate to a child are popular family lore. Ask Dad, he's gotta million stories and he loves to tell them all. Since I was unsure how to act around people my age I had few, if any friends. I immersed myself in books or television or whatever area of interest I was drawn to at that moment. Information I had, social skills---not so much.
Now add to this information that I became increasingly more insane and my behavior became more and more inappropriate with each passing year. By my teens I had no social skills and what most people interpreted as a serious drug problem. My actions did not add a lot of dates to my social calendar.
In an attempt to be 'normal' I started dating someone when I was 17. When that horror story ended I made one more attempt at the interpersonal, romantic relationship that is supposed to be so important to human beings. I was barely 19. He was 33. It was a match made in pedophile heaven. After breaking up with him I removed myself from the dating pool.
I was fairly sure I was gay.
To quote Dan Savage "being queer isn't a consulation prize."
After those years of reflection I realized, I just really, really hate people. Not just men. Not women. I desperately want to avoid contact with the vast majority of humanity. They bore me. It took me until I was 24 years old, but I reached a level of emotional maturity that I was able to accept that I didn't have to like people if I didn't want to.
That opened up a whole new outlook on life for me.
Now, I'm only nice to people I actually like. Exceptions made if I'm trying to maintain employment. But I don't go out of my way then. Either someone will accept me how I am or he/she won't. I do however, care quite a bit that I stay on the right side of people whose company I enjoy.

ANYWAY-my point of all this is that I was stunned by Wilson's statement:
"You're not autistic. You don't even have Asperger's. You just wish you did. It would exempt you from the rules. Absolve you of responsibility."

By the way, I, too, have a stain on my carpet. Literally, a stain that serves as a reminder I almost died last May. It's covered by a throw rug, but it's there. I've tried to clean it up, but whatever the dye was in the pills I was taking just won't come completely out. Sometimes, I just look at it. I don't know why.