Best Served Cold

This was compared to Evita’s speech. I can’t even with this.

Today was hell. Seriously.

Okay, so I joined up with a Facebook group that basically poked fun at really shitty writing; it was called “She breasted boobily to the stairs, and titted downwards”. At first, everything was fine, then today happened.

There was a fairly binary gendered post and when some of the other members said they weren’t comfortable with it, they were blown off by one of the admins. So, I took a look at said admin’s Facebook page and saw a quote from Stephen Fry that basically said ‘You’re offended? Sucks to be you.’

Most people who use that quote are basically just covering for their shitty behavior. This was an admin of the group. You’re not supposed to block admin. So I simply left the group.

Sorry, but I’m not going to hang around a group that has transphobes. Especially transphobic admin. So I’m done with them. I’ve had it with shitty behavior on Facebook. But then again, I’m pretty much done with a lot of things.

It’s been said that the path to inner peace starts with four words: Not my fucking problem. I was feeling that tonight. Basically, the doors were short-staffed after 19:00 tonight and I wasn’t there. Nope, instead I’m sanitizing carts. Because fuck me, I guess. But it gets better.

The 20:00 walk wasn’t done. I was done at 20:30 and could have done it, but no one asked me and the front end supervisors never took me off of sanitizing. And I literally don’t care.

Our schedule is a mess. Our newest people won’t start until next month. I’m being jerked around. I’m fucking done. I’m stressing out over stupid bullshit and for what? Because management has the brains that evolution gave a warm pile of excrement? Because no one gives a shit that I actually care about my goddamn job? Because I’m the one constantly shit on and no one cares?

Fuck it. I hope someone gets in trouble for that BS. Because then they might learn. But I doubt it.

I don’t have to work tomorrow. Let the shit roll downhill. It won’t bother me. Because it’s not my fucking problem.

About Silverwynde

I'm a Transformers fan, Pokémon player, Brewers fan and all-out general nerd. I rescue abandoned Golett, collect as many Bumblebee decoys and figures as I can find and I've attended every BotCon--official and non--since 1999. I'm also happily married to a fellow Transfan named Prime and we were both owned by a very intelligent half-Siamese cat, who crossed the Rainbow Bridge on June 16, 2018. We still miss him. But we're now the acting staff of a Maine Coon kitty named Lulu, who pretty much rules the house. Not that we're complaining about that.
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