No. Stuart did not shrug. Stuart got all huffy and stomped out.
I’m deeply involved in Atlas Shrugged at the moment and by now I feel that everybody I speak too should somehow know exactly who Dagny Taggart is and what color Rearden Metal is. I think the book is excellent, much better than I thought it would be. I expected the basic philosophy but I didn’t expect the plot to be interesting and exciting.
The baddies in the book are caricatures and I wouldn’t expect their real world counterparts (professors in humanities faculties for example) to feel any pangs on reading the book, but I really think there’s a lot of truth in what she says about them.
My experience in the bank yesterday and this morning was straight from the pages of Atlas Shrugged. People will give any old answer to get you off their back. I spent several hours yesterday trying to comply with their “requirements” for opening up a new account. The instructions were very specific, I got them to repeat it three times, I pointed out that the web site said something different and I confirmed these requirements with another employee. Having followed the instructions to the letter I find out that not only are they “wrong” they are wildly, laughably wrong.
I should have known better; I've been though exactly this sort of thing before; I’m an idiot. But surely it's not completely unreasonable to expect verbal exchanges with employees to carry some meaning? ANY meaning??!! How can they simply not give a shit when they knowingly speak complete and utter shit? When their words result in another human being wasting hours of their lives -hours which are worth something- how do they fucking live with themselves?
P.S. While Ayn Rand would hate these bank employees, I doubt she would prefer someone starting a humanities masters in their eighth year of university.