||[Jun. 21st, 2006|03:12 am]
I love driving at night....this has been true for quite some time, but I have especially enjoyed it as of recently. It might be this way because during the day in Wilmington, traffic is packed and there is a sort of chaotic feel to everything. But at night, civilization is abandoned...and there is a sort of peaceful freedom about that...
I have fallen into this literary fixation recently....I cannot watch television anymore for some reason. I suppose I have always been this way, but nothing interests me and I have long since seen the days where television engulfs my attention to where I can percieve nothing else (which happened when I was younger). So much of it seems like overplayed mtv crap and bad reality television with overpaid actors and crappy scripts...the only thing I truly find myself watching are Legends of the Hidden Temple reruns and the Deadliest Catch show because I am (and I will admit this) a little amused and interested in people led by a crusty old sea captain who are giving it their all for a bunch of crabs....
I had the worst time ever at work today...to make it short, there is one person on your waiter shift at the resteraunt who makes sure you clean your 5 tables (change all 7 tables sauces, sweep, wipe off tables, roll 2 baskets of silverware, yada ya ya). Except I had to do all this and open the resteraunt at10:00 which meant I hauled out 10 huge containers of dressings, salads, cut lemons, swept and mopped the whole resteraunt) and then had 8 tables by myself(many which had 4-8 people) at once. Needless to say, I was exhausted by 1:30. Usually the shift leader(the person who makes sure you clean your tables) is pretty relaxed about anyone who opened anyway and besides I am a hard worker(I can honestly say) and will fix any mistakes (sometimes I miss things). But the whole point of this brings me to a blonde girl with a serious attitude problem...
First, she wanted to get technical with the number of silverware I rolled which she gave up after seeing there wasn't anymore silverware left for me to roll. Then she made me wait an extra 30 minutes because she was "busy" with one table....she told me at one point one of my sauces was not full enough,then too full, then my tables didn't have a pepper shaker pushed back far enough so it didn't "look presentable," after making me sweep under a table 3 times. This was not her job. In fact, she was only supposed to make sure I did my job, not critique me to strict standards
In short, she was a bitch. And in a furthur point, she made sure that I knew her actions were calculated and on purpose. She doesn't like me. And this brings me to the point I thought about the way home tonight. People become intoxicated with little power.
So, for some reason I started thinking about Hitler. While I won't argue with the fact that Hitler was a sadistic human being who slaughtered millions of innocent people, I will bring up this question, did Hitler's enormous amount of power give him these sudden feelings of hate, or was he simply pulling a lever on a political machine by unleashing executions and making scapegoats out of Jews and other "unacceptable" humans, or quite frankly was he so enamored by power that he just could perform what he was doing and he became numb to it and felt that by unleashing his anger on those humans, he was unleashing the anger he felt toward everyone who ever wronged him in life
While making someone sweep the floor three times and executing millions of Jews are certainly not on the same level, I just can't shake the fact that people who are given power or control, even the tinest fraction will execute that power to the fullest extent. It has been proven in countless psychological experiments (Stanford Prison experiment, etc).
Sorry for that random thought