That's probably a bit too harsh.
I'm running into incompetence with what seems like more frequency than ever before. Alas, I know that can't be the case. I no longer run a department of 40-odd -- and I do mean "odd" -- creative types. Some were flat out brilliant. Some were dutiful. Some were long-time union employees who lived -- and died -- by rattling the now-defunct saber of union protection. Some were lazy assholes. Some were vicious. Some were meek. Some were hopelessly inadequate. Some were adequate.
The somes usually didn't add up into a saber-rattling, vicious inadequate lazy asshole. [You do get "somes" vs. "sums" and "hole" vs. "whole," yeah? You are impressed by that, yeah? 'Cause, God knows, I sure as hell am.]
I am trying to accomplish a few things of late, tidying up loose ends before another school year begins and I am sucked into the vortex that is the public school system in a suburban environment peopled by far too many SAHMs with no more children at home. [I am one of those, you know, so I can belittle me and my kind. Word.]
I am running into liars. I am running into folks who are incapable of basic communication. I am running into newcomers who apparently were hired solely because they can continue the long tradition of never replying to emails. I am running into...what's the word I'm looking for? Damn, it's on the tip of my tongue. Crap. Oh, right.
People. People. I am encountering people again.
And I hate people.
I can't wait for Christmas break.