Thoughts I Have in the Five Minutes Before I Leave for Work
I said I would work a mindless job so treat it like a mindless job,
but work hard,
mind your business,
keep your house in order,
stop trying to joke around so much,
and keep kicking it with the cool ones,
like Iris and Myles
because at least they get it.
Is it sad the ones my age are kinda lame?
Like Jesus.
Does your soul just die at a certain point in life
or do you just give up because trying is too hard?
Like why is the guy who is 27 act like he’s 40
and the guy who is 23 acts like he’s 70 and ready to croak because life has given it all to him?
Meanwhile the two “kitchen guys” have been slaving away for I don’t even know how long
and one of them is a toxic masculinity headass
and the other one just took a day off to go to Disney with his kids
and took a selfie with me.
And why do I get in more trouble when no one laughs at a joke
than a guy who steals tips
or a guy who blasts terrible music and curses so loudly the customers can hear?
I swear
women are no better than men
when it comes to upholding toxic behaviors,
traditional and bad beliefs,
the idea men can get away with more
because “Silly Men.”
But a woman?
A small Asian woman
who works hard,
who makes an effort to get to know people,
but who also gets tired,
who also makes mistakes,
who also has bad days,
and who, to be fucking honest, probably deserves the least amount of shit?
FUCK HER, OBVIOUSLY.
Just kidding, I’m not bitter.
it’s just a mindless job.
Until I’m up, up and away.
BYE.
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