I need a Great Escape...very soon.20:45 Nov 15 2014
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A few of the faculty members that I really like are seeking employment elsewhere, or are retiring early. The campus swarms with political bullshit and crazy students who really should be in mental asylums or prison.
Don't get me wrong - most of the students are normal and functioning, for the most part. The few fucked up ones make campus life hell on occasion though.
A MAJOR LONG RANT...and apologies for any typos.
This past Thursday was especially taxing for me; if I had another job lined up, I probably would have quit on the spot:
* Belligerent, crazy people stealing. I thought that Boss # 1 was going to be jumped on a few times; fortunately, those weren't the cases. (More on this later, when one came back and zeroed in on ME)
* General rudeness and lack of manners; it amazes me on how many young (and some older) people have actually NO home training. And it goes across ALL ethnic lines at the school too: black, white, Chinese, Latino...and Mid-Eastern men.
* The ridiculous old man that keeps asking me out...sigh
* Rampant stupidity, like people coming in through the exit, creating bottlenecks at the registers, and almost getting into fights with the people who they bump into...who are trying to balance food, backpacks, etc. Never mind the huge ENTER and EXIT signs at the entrance and exit.
* One ghetto-ass thug got mad at ME because I didn't understand what HE was yammering on about. I know some street lingo, but I got lost with this guys particular language...peppered with a lot of swearing, I might add. It was during a lull after the breakfast rush, so he hung around my register to 'lecture' to me about how slow the culinary students were, and how I (?) need to do something about it. Well, that's the part I understood, anyway. When I couldn't take anymore, I politely told him that I really didn't understand him, and that I didn't like the swearing. At that point, a big white hippie guy comes up to pay for his stuff. The thug dude starts complaining to him about shit. The white guy just looks at him and shrugs...apparently, he didn't understand what the dude was saying either. All of a sudden they are 'mean-muggin' each other. The thug dude finally broke eye contact and stalked off. I muttered something like "I wish I had my bow and arrows' and the hippie dude starts cracking up. He said that if the other dude thought about mixin' it up with him, he'd get his ass beat. I then said "Good. When you get him on the floor, I can stomp his head in'...
* Big Momma taking multiple rest room and other breaks. I almost blew a gasket when she stood to the side of me, with hot chocolate and a big hunk of cheesecake. I assumed that she was on her break, so after about 10 of the 15 minute break time, I said "Let me know when you're off your break so I can go on one." She replies with "Oh - I'm not on break. I'm just having a drink..."
I actually said "What the fuck? If you're not working, and are standing around eating and drinking, you are on a break. I'm leaving now..." GGGRRRRR!
* One of the crazy wanna' be thieves returns...this time, he trying to get food with a used receipt and ticket he found in the dining area. It's already marked as being a completed transaction, but this tard doesn't know that. (I found out a bit later that he terrorized a young Asian girl into giving him her receipt as she ate her meal...good grief). Anyway, he tries to get whatever was on the ticket, and is told that the ticket is already closed. As one of the grill guys is huge, he doesn't go off too much. Boss #1 comes up to the grill, and I go over there as well. The tard thinks I'M saying something about HIM, so he goes off on a tirade, which doesn't make any goddamn sense. When he finally walks out...after coming in two or three times to continue yelling - he looks at me and yells "And I know what you about, bitch. You gotta' have that crack..." Everyone around is like WTF? And I'm like "What the fuck did I do?" we all sort of laugh it off...until he comes back to the exit and points at me, like he's giving me some sort of threat. As this is not so funny anymore, I tell my boss, and ask him to call the campus police, as I want a ride to my bus stop. Rob - the cool cop who always gives me a hug, with the end result of his gun poking me in my ass - is on ANOTHER call. Great. At the last minute, a cool - and HUGE - maintenance guy gives me a ride almost up to my bus stop in a maintenance cart...lol.
All of this shit happened on Thursday. I'm still saving up money to take the state exam, and I need to get back to studying for it once I finish this novel, which is actually like crack to me.
I'm really beginning to hate my place of employment, folks.
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