October 1st, 2005

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Farce at the workplace!

Wednesday, I ran into a woman at the bus stop. She was
being utterly psycho and profane; I took exception to
her word choice, and cussed her out in return. She
went really psycho then.

I was not expecting to come in to work and see my
elder clone going over a monitor report with the short
little blonde ferret-faced woman with the considerable
natural bustle and glasses. Not at all. I sort of hid.
They were talking it over right by my desk...

I had to tell my co-workers exactly why I was turning
pink, hiding behind my hair, and going "Um..." a lot.
They laughed at me.

After that, Phone Call In Supervisor fielded an irate
respondent who said that the CEO of their company had
gone on a hunting trip with the CEO of our company,
that had been sponsored by our company, and they'd
bagged a moose. And the front half of the moose (head,
etc.) had been mounted as a trophy. So far, so good.
But the other half of the moose had disappeared
somewhere in the process. And if our company did not
cough up the other half-moose, this guy was sueing.



I'm sure there's some kind of lesson in there
pretty, Francine

"I am" -- a list of people who make a difference.

I am...

I am the guy who came out to the entire school in his senior speech and got a standing ovation for his courage.

I am the girl who kisses her girlfriend on the sidewalk and laughs at those who glare.

We are the couple who planned and studied and got a damn good lawyer and BEAT the state that wanted to take our child away.

We are the ones who took martial arts classes and carry pepper spray and are just too dangerous to gay bash.

I am the transgendered person who uses the bathroom that suits me, and demands that any complaining staff explain their complaint to my face in front of the entire restaurant--and shares with my other trans friends which restaurants don't raise a stink.

I am the mother who told her lesbian daughter to invite her girlfriend over for dinner.

I am the father who punished his son for calling you a fag.

I am the preacher who told my congregation that love, not hate, is the definition of a true follower of God.

I am the girl who did not learn the meaning of "homosexual" until high school but never thought to question why two men might be kissing.

I am the woman who argues (quite loudly and vehemently) with the bigots who insist that you do not have the right to marry or raise children.

We are the high school class who agrees, unanimously, along with our teacher, that love should be all that matters.
I am the woman who cussed out the person who was using hateful language to a complete stranger on the sidewalk.

I am the woman who spoke up at work.

If you agree, add your own and repost this. Do it. You don't have to be afraid. You can handle it. You're stronger than you think.

I am making a difference. Hate will not win.

(found with biichan.)
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I feel grungy. Water was all but a trickle off. Not shower pressure. I gave the manager chocolate. She needed some.
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We have idiots jaywalking across 19 this morning. I will get my RDA of idiots on the phones. Yay extra shifts.
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I was smart and got forbidden to stay late so I won't go over 60 hours. On pain of screaming from the office.
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Would all sub-literate assholes please go to hell. Not people who try to understand but struggle. These blow it off.
running, bomb tech

Mother Hen Fuss

Called Darkside. Wound up with Darkside's mom. Inquired after Darkside's dad. There is steady recovery. There is incessant grouching. Much improvement over the lack thereof.

Lady Malfoy tried not to fuss at me when I mentioned that I'd just completed hour 45 of a 60-hour work week. *grin*

I had previously told the other junior check-in girl that I'd have to see about pulling a double next Sunday to cover for her. Now I'm thinking that it's right out. I need a few moments with Darkside.
Housewife's Lament


Oh. And my water's back. Turned out some fucknut had turned the valves off. [Grimshaw lyric]

Our manager is awesome and overworked. And she was telling me that I have amazing patience.