What a scum

I am not even going to pretend to be nice (ya… in all the previous posts was me pretending to be nice, ya deal with it). I am not going to sugar coat anything or even put in the slightest effort or “maybe he had his reasons”. This guy I came in contact with and had to work with for duration was 4 months was a straight up thief, liar and human scum. His name is “Aziz Alghamdi”. He is a 4^th year computer engineer at UBC. Watch out for him, if he is in your group, he WILL lie, he WILL steal, and he WILL FUCK YOU (and your group but mostly you...).

There is so much garbage I don’t know where to start. He is all the bad partners you have had in your life combined and then some more. He does the usual late to the meetings which leads to no show to the meetings. That stupid smile when he finally shows and then pretends nothing is wrong and then says “Hey guys” (in stupid caveman voice). He is an egotistic prick, who thinks everyone else is inferior (even though he is often wrong). Terrible group dynamic, obviously because you know, everyone else is shit to him. Oh, and he smells bad.

If he was simply just all of the bad things I named above, he would be a bad team mate; he wouldn’t be worth blogging about, but he is so much more! It all builds up to one final night of his douche-ness. Leading up to it was constant lies and empty promises. Prior to the final night, he would go on weekend long vacations (with no notice, unless you count a phone call 30mins prior to his departure) then saying he would come in all day as soon as he is back to work. Yep, that never happened. He would promise to be on time and work with the team. Yep, that never happened. Basically anything he said out of his mouth, you can discard as just waste of brain cells.

The project I was doing with this scum was a 4^th year project course. It’s a long and painful course that takes dedication and hard work. Both qualities a scum would lack and he is by all means a scum. The project was due on Friday and it was Thursday. We were behind schedule, but with the right push and focus it could be done. The team hasn’t slept much for a few days and we were all pushing hard. The scum made a promise to be in early Thursday to help with the final integration and push. Without fail, he lied, and he changed his mind. He had to take care of “stuff” (which we will reveal later) so “I probably won’t be in until 4 p.m.” He kind of didn’t lie this time, he got the number right. Instead of 4 p.m. he showed up at 4 a.m. I guess I should consider myself lucky he even bother showing up to fuck with us. He is a scum. I have taken shits that looked and smelled better than him.

So finally he shows, hip hip horray… I know. For obviously reasons, the entire team was fairly upset with him which makes me the calmest one (I know right?). I pulled him aside and was to my knowledge reasonable to him. His reason was he had “stuff” (which he couldn’t go into details) and he had to get a “doctor’s note”. The mighty doctors note. This prick has done this several times. Instead of take responsibility for his actions as a failed student, he would often get a doctor to write him a note that will allow him to withdraw a day before the final. Yes, A DAY before the final. He has done this several times, and I know because he is proud of it and isn’t shy to tell you about it. So, this little prick went and got a doctors note, that’s ok, because I saved all the screen shots of his facebook status update “YAY WHISTLER!” “CAMPING TIME!!!!!” “FIREWORKS!!!!” and also his tagged pictures! THANK YOU FACEBOOK.

His sad excuses didn’t go over too smoothly with the team but we put everything aside and went ahead to work. An hour after, a team mate came up to me and told me we had to talk. Aziz is now trying to do his own project oppose to the group project and wants the entire team to help him. I found him and asked him what’s going on and he said he wanted to make sure his part works so he can show it off. Basically, he wants to show the Profs that his part works and the rest of the team failed him. Classy guy eh? Obviously we said, no and we would like to keep on with the project to make sure it works in a few hours. He was not happy with this and got aggressive and very confrontational. This sad waste of space doesn’t even have his own computer so now he is going after another team mate and trying to grab the teammate and the computer. This dragged on down the hallway and finally I got in between and told him to back off. He slaps my hand out of the way and got in my face. I pushed him against the wall and told him not to fuck with us. Then everyone jumped in and separated us. I wish it all ended here.

After the incident everyone is understandably upset and took some time alone. I went off into the stairwells to calm down while others were in study rooms. The scum bag came back and stole, ya STOLE parts of the project and a crucial cable used for programming which crippled the team. When one of the members called him, he said he doesn’t know what we are talking about. Later we met with the Prof and the Prof said “yep, he took it all, he pulled it out of his backpack when he was showing me what he worked on (he didn’t even worked on those parts)”. So here you have it, a thief, liar and a human scum bag name “Aziz Alghamdi”. Look out for him, and enjoy his company!

The Adams Family

Long over due entry I suppose. I finally went and watched Avatar a few weeks back and it was good. However, this entry is not going to be about the movie but the experience I had. I rarely go to movies because I am cheap and you can download anything. On top of that, my computer is connected to my big screen TV so… anyways you get idea, I don’t go to the movies often. Maybe it is because I haven’t been to the movie theater lately that I found this experience so bizarre. Then again, maybe it is just a weird situation.

My girlfriend and I have been trying to watch Avatar for quite sometime. Me being a stubborn jerk refused to believe that even now we need to purchase tickets in advance. So we went to the theater a few times without success and I got a few “I told you so”s (god I hate those). Finally I got our tickets online (and it was actually really easy and convenient) and we decided to show up almost 1 hour early to get a good spot in the theater. Thus begins my surreal experience.

As planned we got there about 45 mins early and got a parking spot right in front of the theater without much trouble. I should have known this night was going to be strange, never once in my life was I able to get such a nice spot without any stressful yelling at strangers to move. We got in, the theater boy scans my online ticket and told us to go ahead to theater 7 and wait in line. I HATE LINES! I can not express how much I hate lines. I am honestly getting angry just thinking and talking about lines right now. They are so stupid and useless (its not really useless, but I am sure there are better ways to get this waiting thing sorted out). Anyways, I HATE LINES. I forgot to mention we were given those 3D glass already. So like a couple mindless sheep my girlfriend and I waited patiently in line. Just ahead of us was a Chinese family of 4. Already frustrated with the line situation, every little thing about them was bugging me and rubbing me the wrong way. The teenage boy of the family (high school maybe college) had stupid “cool” Asian hair cut, long hair and untrimmed sideburns. He bought those dry ice creams and was eating it in the most annoying and unsightly manner. He has the bowl all up in his face and just slurping the crap out of the thing while the spoon that came with the ice cream was rendered completely useless dangling in his pale and skinny arm. I wanted to punch him in the mouth through the bowl of ice cream and have the ice cream explode in his eyes then maybe I will take his spot. The dad of the house was even more strange and out of touch with reality/surroundings. He had long hair tied into a pony tail, wearing a poncho-like shirt, short shorts, runners with no socks while carrying a purse (which I at first assumed was his wife’s but then his wife showed up with her own purse.) He took out the 3D glasses and put it on and proceeded to observe his surroundings which as we all know is in 3D. He then makes a comment to his family stating that the glasses were broken because they are not working. His family didn’t really react to it, as if this was all just another day in The Adam’s Family. The dad continued to wear the glasses and commissioning them while periodically making comments such as “they made a mistake” and “this must be a mistake”.Unreal.

Finally 15 mins before the movie started they let us in. Why couldn’t they have just let us in without the line? Once we got into the movie theater it was a free for all anyways? No one was staying in line or in order. Everyone was rushing in. In fact while The Adams Family was wasting time and space by just standing uselessly, we passed them and started walking up towards where we wanted to sit. As we were walking up the stairs, the son bolts pass my girlfriend nearly knocking her over to take 4 seats that happens to be where we wanted to sit. Sometimes I wish it was socially acceptable to punch people like him in the face, particularly the mouth/nose region and in this case, back of his head. My girlfriend retaliated (she takes shit from no one!) by sitting right next to him breaking up the 4 seats together so they end up having to move and finding another 4 seats all together for their family (yay victory!). I wish I the night in bizarreo world ended here but it doesn’t.

This happens fairly often when you are sitting and packed in – chair kicking. While we were waiting for the movie to start in our seats the two teenage boys beside us were being rowdy and kicked the chairs in front of them with their awkward growing bodies. The Asian lady in front FLIPPED. She turned around and started slapping the back of her chair motioning that they were kicking her chair. At first the kids looked like they were shocked and were going to retaliate but they quickly gave up. Don’t mess with Asian women, you never know what they will do! About midway through the movie, my girlfriend leaned into me and told me the lady behind her keeps kicking her chair. I told her I would take care of it if she does it again. Soon after the lady kicks the chair and even I felt it this time. I took of my 3D-glasses and turned around and said “can you please stop kicking the chair?” I will admit, I may have been overly aggressive and confrontational in my voice (I waited in line ok… I was still kind of pissed off), the girl directly behind me got scared and said in a timid voice that it wasn’t her. I pointed to the culprit who then played dumb and didn’t even acknowledge me. I wasn’t about to let this one go, so I pointed some more and said “ya, I am pointing at you, I am talking to you!” I felt like an asshole, but I felt good. Rest of the movie was pretty uneventful but seeing how much has happened I would say it was quite the experience. Oh yeah, the movie was good.

The movie finished and we were walking out the theater. The movie was revolving around taking care of environment and resources. As we were walking out there are boxes dedicated to throw the 3D glasses in for recycle, of course I put mine in there and so did most people. However a lot of people were just throwing them on the floor as they walked out, the teenage chair kicker was one. I made a comment “we just watched a movie about environment and its preservation and you are doing this shit?” The old guy behind me adds “YOU ARE DISGUSTING!” I thought that was pretty awesome. Finally we are ready to call it a night, but not without The Adam’s Family making one final appearance. The dad kept the glasses on, using them as sunglasses, and walked away proudly. It is now 2am, it was very dark. That was just wrong on so many levels.

That Smelly F-Turd

There are many kinds of silly people or in other words retards and they are not all negative and useless. Only God knows how many hours I have spent on youtube watching and laughing at ill advised idiotic actions that resulted in EPIC FACEPLANTS (seriously youtube it, it will bring joy to you). Unfortunately there are a high percentage of retards that makes my life very uncomfortable, and frustrating. This is a story of a smelly little kid who happens to be an absolutely idiot (or perhaps he is smelly because he is too stupid to take a shower).

You might already know that I currently work at the airport and because of this fantastic thing call the Olympics I am stuck working a job that quite frankly a monkey or a sign can do. In a nut shell I supervise baggage handlers to handle oversized bags including Olympics equipments. You are likely thinking to yourself “well, what did you expect they are baggage handlers!” You may be right, generally speaking these folks are not the brightest bunch but I wouldn’t call them idiotic or retarded, its more of the nature of the work. In fact, there was this one guy who hacked through airport terminal’s firmware and layers of network security and programs only to get internet and surf the web. Trust me on this, that is impressive and a skill far beyond probably 80% of the IT guys working in the airport (Props to Thibaut for the story). To give you a little more background, during the first week of my duties, my entire department received an email to encourage us to keep a closer watch on the baggage handlers because one of them got a wheelchair and started “stunning” in it while passengers from all over the world, including athletes are walking by. I did not witness this and I didn’t realize how lucky I was to not be working with him. My luck ran out by the 3rd week.

By the 3rd week, I was redeployed to the area where this young man was working. Which happens to be International Arrival – Customs Hall. This area is where all the non-Canadian flights come in. When I brought up the issue to the group asking who it was, he jumped at the opportunity and took the credit for it. He voiced his complains and explained he does not see the harm in such actions. I laughed, at this point he was silly retarded, and very laughable. I continued to work with him throughout the next 2 weeks and have kept a list of things he has done only because I was intrigued at how senseless this guy can be (by the way I have no idea what his name is, I refer to him either by F-Turd or the smelly kid. Obviously, not to his face, what do you think I am? Some kind of monster!? Shame on you…I just do it behind his back with other handlers and we laugh). When I supervised, I kept everything casual, they do their job and when a customer complains I will step in and try to resolve it by deflecting the problems to either airlines or VanOCs (fucken VanOCs!). I am a great manager like that. As a result, most of the handlers are fairly friendly and comfortable with me and they tend to act as themselves. So the F-Turd started with small, little remarks and actions that I didn’t care for then soon, it all started.

The following happened between Feb 8th and Feb 19th (what can I say, 24 is a good show): We had special metal carts all lined up ready to be use to stack skis and bags. When the F-Turd got bored, he jumped on the carts with his heavy steel toe boots making a loud bang and started rocking back and forth smashing into the carts next to the one he is on making an obscene amount of noise. I was slightly irritated but I played it cool, and let it slide. When he got bored with that, he started kicking the podium used to greet customers with his steel toe… repeatedly. Then following that he found a golf ball and started throwing it at the podium to bounce it back to him. I finally couldn’t hold it anymore and said WITH A SMILE “com’on don’t do that, there are passengers.” He responded, “this is like a jail I cant do anything!!!” It is this moment when I gave him the F-Turd status. I stopped being as friendly and talked to him less. Then the day finally came, he found a….GOLF CLUB. YEP! He found a golf club, a golf club that a passenger had lost and left behind. Logically (to his foolish mind), he grab it, got everyone’s attention and started… you guessed it: swinging it. Just imagine this, some guy, in a Canada Custom’s hall, a place where they forbid you to talk on your personal phone unless its related to work. A place where you are not allow to bring a plastic bag in. A place where travelers from all over the world are coming in to watch Canada shine. This kid is swinging a freaken golf club. Awesome? Absolutely if he wasn’t my responsibility and he wasn’t at work where he had already gotten in trouble for something less severe. He has now claim the throne, he is the King. He is now gone full retard status. He is now “that” retard that I know. By the way, he really really really smells. Like people don’t want to eat lunch with him cause he smells.

So that’s the story of “THAT” retard I know. Although he may have brought a certain amount of frustration to me, he has set the bar very high for the next candidate. I am both excited and scared when that time comes when he is de-throne by someone else. I wonder, what does one need to do to surpass the almighty the-smelly-kid-that-I-worked-with-for-2-weeks

The White Ninja and the RBC Bomb

The torch was traveling to Richmond's O'Zone last night and I got sucked into the "once in a life time" hype and went with my girlfriend. As we walked to the spot where the torch was scheduled to show up we saw quite a lot of people but it was expected, it was "highly anticipated" after all. As we got closer the road forked, both leading to the O'Zone, logically we took the route that’s the shortest. We walked all the way to the end only to be greeted by two VanOCs (Vancouver Olympics Committee) telling everyone to "turn around, you cant come this way!" I just want to take this opportunity to thank these bright volunteers (god forbid we pay these two idiots) to stand not at the beginning but the absolute end to tell people to turn around...

Finally we arrived at the entrance to see an enormous line up. Props to my girlfriend and her skillful line cutting techniques, we managed to walk straight to the front. I peaked past the entrance and realized that the hold up was due to security checks and pad downs. These people seemed seriously, they had metal detectors, and three different stations. Eventually it was mine turn, I was ready to be mildly violated. I was disappointed, it was the WORST security check ever. They not only did not empty my pockets, they didn’t even pad me down. I was wearing a big coat and could have easily hid a blade within the jacket. I absolutely hate these VanOCs and their lack of ability to do virtually anything. By the way, the guy with the metal detector was just playing with it on his watch. I laughed, but it defiantly was not with him.

After the enormous line up we were greeted by an even bigger line up. The staging wasn’t particularly impressive norm was it fancy. There was a MC trying to hype everyone up by slutting and I mean SLUTTING out each sponsor’s logo every chance he gets. At one point this idiot asked “ARE YOU READY SURREY!” we were in Richmond. VanOC succeeded at failing once again. RBC is one of the major sponsors, at least I hope they are after last night’s distasteful attempt to push the sponsors. I can not remember how many times I was asked if I was ready to make Canada a better place (which I was informed it was the slogan for RBC).

We managed to push our way to a decent spot where we could barely see the stage but able to see the giant screens on the sides. All the sudden this white ninja threw a smoke bomb on the ground and magically reappeared in front of us. It turned out to be an elderly old lady and boy was she aggressive in line cutting. Not only was she cutting lines she had a very large personal bubble radius. She maintained that radius by rocking back and forth on her tip toes. Every time I get comfortable at the spot she would emerg her large and surely stupid head into my line of vision and as soon as I readjust she would move. She managed to keep this up and periodically turning around to wave her friends in. Throughout this time the idiot on the stage has kept asking the same slogan question while the crowd do the minimal to respond with one exception. This exception happens to be right behind me and doing the ridiculous loud whistle. Loud whistles are not a sign of enthusiasm and its just simply annoying.

After what seems like an eternity the count down begun. What everyone believed was the arrival of the torch count down turned out to be just a random count down. We all counted down to 0 only to have NOTHING happen. At this point we admitted defeat, and left. White ninja was about 20 feet ahead of us, she was good.

Oh yeah… we saw the torch on our way home…it was just peachy.