1. Monday: I took the day off to take my mom to her gall bladder surgery. We had to go out of town because of her risk factors, so it was pretty stressful. I decided to dress comfortable because I’d be in a waiting room for a few hours and I hadn’t slept the night before. Comfortable. Honestly, that is probably the most uncomfortable I’ve been in a long time because almost every man I came into contact with that day decided it’d be best to gawk at my chest when addressing me. Including my mom’s surgeon. As if they’d never seen someone with breasts before. It irritated me more than it should.
2. Tuesday: Returned to work. Not too bad of a day aside from listening to something that supposedly bothered my coworker. Somehow, they started talking about rape, and pedophilia. This woman made me so mad because of one statement. “It’s wrong for them to be raping them little girls, but I’m sorry, it’s worse and sicker when they do it to the little boys” HOLD IT. Allow me to explain. This woman is one of the biggest homophobes I have ever had the displeasure to know. Another coworker of mine is a lesbian and she constantly rides her about “just wanting to be a boy” (she is perfectly content as a woman) “and you can’t know, because you’ve never been with a man.” Anyway. I think this comment about the little boys stems from her just thinking homosexuality is especially wrong. SORRY, rape is just as wrong no matter your gender. Also, there is absolutely nothing wrong with being homosexual, bisexual, transsexual, etc, because IT ISN’T ANY OF YOUR DAMN BUSINESS.
3. Today: Was my day off. My supervisor called me at 7 am and asked me to come in. So I did. Today wasn’t bad. Made money. HERE’S THE THING: the same coworker as listed above, is constantly riding my ass about how fucking lazy I am and how I don’t wanna do my job. I dragged my ass out of bed today to go to work, and do someone else’s job. When I am on the schedule, I finish what I am required to do (bus tables, prep, dishes, takes orders, cook. We’re all trained to do everything) in an extremely reasonable amount of time. So much so, that I end up picking up other people’s slack. Including hers. She is mad, because I take the shit positions she doesn’t want, and don’t have 15 hands and super speed to bus all the tables, maintain salad bar, and special bar at the same time. Yes. I’m sooo lazy. Please continue complaining about me, because I love hearing it.