Him: I don’t date black women. It’s just a preference.

Me: Based on what?

Him: Nothing, it’s just how I feel.

Me: Impossible, deliberate aversions come from somewhere.

Him: Its just a preference, that’s all.

Me: No, a preference is preferring broccoli to asparagus. You can say that because asparagus will always taste the same, even when prepared differently.

Him: And?

Me: And we’re not always the same at all. There are hundreds of millions of us and we’re each completely different from the next. If an employer said not hiring Black people was a preference would you agree?

Him: No, but that’s based on stereotypes.

Me: … And what is yours based on, facts?

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Oh my Lordy yes

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I am so tired.

So so tired of my job. And I haven’t had any luck finding another yet. I keep telling myself I just need to hold on for a little longer.

Its crazy because I’ve worked jobs I didn’t like before but, I’ve never worked jobs where every single person I work with is a violent, depressed, alcoholic, apathetic, man-child. And normally I couldn’t fault a person for most of those things, but they all react to any kind of stress in the worst way they possibly can.

Case in point: our restaurant just got cameras installed (with video but no audio), partially to curb the drinking that happens behind the bar in our staff. So literally everyone has stopped drinking except this pieguy. He sneaks behind the bartenders while they’re not looking and pours himself a cup in a coffee container. So by the time we’re 3/4ths of the way through the shift he smells so much like beer, even the customers can tell. So when this person does get drunk he becomes 100 times more annoying and volatile than he already is. Except now he’s in my face with it. He always apologizes later or the next day but, really who fucking cares? he doesn’t stop.

Nother case of people not being able to keep themselves in check: My boss, the fucking kitchen manager is supposed to be like the most reliable pie-guy we have. So the other day I’m making pies in the back of the kitchen while he’s takin care of customers at the counter. he decides to help me by takin a pie that I made out of the oven. For whatever reason he trips, fumbles the pizza and drops it. He screams as loud as he can(which is the same thing I would have done at first). But, Then he drops the pizza box on the floor. He kicks it at the dishwasher. He turns around and he screams 2 more times at the top of his lungs. Then he comes up to me and tells me to get outta there so he can make the rest of the pizzas because “this is freakin me out” he says. He makes like 5 shitty lookin pies at an unnecessary speed and then pats himself on the back. Together we could have made all the food even faster at a better quality (which is what we’re supposed to do), but far be it from me to tell my BOSS what to do.

So we’ve got these two clowns. The fourth pieguy skips the in-work drinking and just comes in already blasted and angry so that every single thing sets him off to throwing shit and having tantrums.

And I’m only talkin about this week. So is it weird that I dislike this place?