|Alea iacta est|
A broom. It’s not a fucking complicated piece of equipment. It’s a stick, with bristles. Most people use it to gather up spilled stuff from the floor. You would think it’s a fucking intercontinental rocket when these fuckmuppets get ahold of it.
Simply put, place one hand at the top, one hand at the 1/2 to 5/8 point, and gently gather shit into a pile.
It’s not a fucking wind machine that creates a tornado of souls to carry away the shit on the floor.
It’s not a multi point micro trebuchet that launches particles to the next kingdom.
It’s a fucking broom. It’s used to sweep. This is a creation that goes back to cavemen. Like the half brained knuckle dragging, mouth breathers figured out how to take some straw and a stick and keep their floors clean.
So it turns out some people walking amongst us, have more inabilities than people of the half brained caveman times. Evolution is a myth. I can prove that cavemen still exist.
These youthful brain donors grab it like it’s the sword in the stone and they’re about to extract it. Two hands, one at the top and one directly beneath it. Then try to fuck about with all the shit on the floor. Basically just spreading it across, well across fucking everywhere.
I’m not joking. There’s more than one kid that works for me that I am teaching how to use an ordinary household broom.
The look of bewilderment when they see me pile up shit, then use my arm to brace it and one handed sweep shit into a dustpan. They look at me like I’m Jesus, curing lepers, making the blind see, and the paralyzed walk.
WTF happened with parenting, where kids can’t run a fucking broom. It’s the most menial task available.
The “lol” thread
There should be an "app" for that, easily downloaded onto the smart-ass phone so your $15 per hour parasites can spend a few hours staring at their interactive device screen while the boss sweeps the floor.
Retired holster maker.
Retired police chief.
Formerly Sergeant, US Army Airborne Infantry, Pathfinders
|Spread the Disease|
My 6yr old's got it after some basic instruction. He's looking for a job...
-- Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past me I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain. --
Having a long time on the job, and having great teachers who took the time out to show me stuff, I have gone out of my way to try to teach younger officers on my job. Now that I'm a sgt, it happens almost all the time. I have no problem, and actually enjoy it.
But a BROOM? A fucking broom?
Sorry kid, get the fuck out!
"When its time to shoot, shoot. Dont talk!"
“What the government is good at is collecting taxes, taking away your freedoms and killing people. It’s not good at much else.” —Author Tom Clancy
Sponge? Can they use a sponge?
There are some things that should be just intuitive. If it isn’t then fired. Not sufficiently intuitive to know safety for others and self.
"Those who would give up essential Liberty, to purchase a little temporary Safety, deserve neither Liberty nor Safety." - B.Franklin
"Wrong does not cease to be wrong because the majority share in it." L.Tolstoy
"A government is just a body of people, usually, notably, ungoverned." Shepherd Book
|Striker in waiting|
Well... they probably can't tie a tie either and might very well eat soup with their hands.
Can't expect too much these days for $15/hr.
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I can use a broom, and eat soup with a spoon.
But, I usually need a refresher for a tie, I wear one infrequently enough (2-3x/yr) that it's not as intuitive as tying your shoes.
The Enemy's gate is down.
D'ya suppose any one of these kids was ever once required to use a broom or leaf rake at home? Or even bothered watching anybody else do so? There's your answer.
I wore ties to work for many, many years. So now, despite the fact they now get worn only for weddings or funerals every few years, they're still no problem for me.
"America is at that awkward stage. It's too late to work within the system,,,, but too early to shoot the bastards." -- Claire Wolfe
"If we let things terrify us, life will not be worth living." -- Seneca the Younger, Roman Stoic philosopher
"The dominant media is no more ``mainstream`` than leftists are liberals." -- me
Dude, I laughed so effing hard when I read that line. Good one!
|On the wrong side of |
the Mobius strip
This was from "The Neighborhood" show on TV the other night.
I've pretty much only ever needed one for interviews, weddings & funerals, and the occasional formal party. Could probably almost count on both hands, maybe 1 foot too, how many times I've needed one in almost 37 years.
The Enemy's gate is down.
|His diet consists of black|
coffee, and sarcasm.
I learned when I was about six. Learning how to properly mop a floor and handle a mop bucket is a lost art as well. Those with USN fathers are ahead of the game.
Previous adults have failed them, one of us has to step up.
I always prefer reality when I can figure out what it is.
|always with a hat or sunscreen|
No shit! lolololololololololol
[QOUTE] Originally posted by beancooker:
Young kids and the inabilities they have, like the inability to use a broom.[/QUOTE]
Noah, this should be in running for post of the year!
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USN (RET), COTEP #192
|Frangas non Flectes|
When I saw the thread title, I concluded something very different than what the thread was actually about. You see, I've been having a bit of a back-and-forth with my eight year old son about sweeping the floor when he cleans out the litterbox. I've shown him how I want it done, he does it... not the way I want done. Anyways, I figured "young kids" and an "inability to use a broom" was a conversation I didn't need to retread elsewhere. I didn't realize we are talking working age, ostensibly grown-ass adults who can't use a fucking broom. This broom shit? Elementary. During the college years, I paid my way washing dishes and working a broom and a mop. You know where dirty floors absolutely don't fly? In places where you wash dishes. I can work a broom and a mop with the absolute best of them. By about age 19, everyone should have at least graduated from "How To Work A Broom: 101." You should be about a hundred and ninety three pages deep in a master's dissertation titled "A Protocol for Comparing Comprehensive Wet and Dry Mopping vs Overt Wet Mopping and Associated Resultant Cleanliness: A Randomized Controlled Trial."
Noah, whatever you do, don't ask them to mop the floor next. You'll either have to call for an ambulance or a fire truck.
I believe in the 25th amendment.
|Gone but Together Again.|
Dad & Uncle
A broom you say…my neighbor doesn’t know how to use a much more complicated tool to dig a hole.
Seriously he didn’t know how to use a shovel!
After I showed him the basics I left and watched through the window so he wouldn’t see me chuckle.
|His Royal Hiney|
I guess you ain't kidding. Do you have to teach them how to wipe their ass, too? It sounds like it.
Something is wrong when you can't look at a broom and figure out how it's used.
"It did not really matter what we expected from life, but rather what life expected from us. We needed to stop asking about the meaning of life, and instead to think of ourselves as those who were being questioned by life – daily and hourly. Our answer must consist not in talk and meditation, but in right action and in right conduct. Life ultimately means taking the responsibility to find the right answer to its problems and to fulfill the tasks which it constantly sets for each individual." Viktor Frankl, Man's Search for Meaning, 1946.
|Savor the limelight|
My grandfather walked into a factory when he was 14 and asked if they had any work for him. The man he asked said no. My grandfather looked around and said “Your floors could use sweeping”. My grandfather got hired to sweep the floors.
Someone mentioned a tie? Most young people's ties are printed on their tee shirts.
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