Fucking work...
Since returning to the work force just a few months ago, my life has become so fucking stressful for ALL THE WRONG REASONS...
It began with when I was training in their city location, and this black girl kept calling me "Erica" and asking me about my "boyfriend" in very condecending tones... I'm not gay... "How much did your nose job cost???"
Then I came to the Hempstead office...
This young (and rather large) Puerto Rican girl enjoys blabbering away in spanish, putting on make up and snapping pictures of herself with her BlackBerry... Then, on two seperate occasions, she flashed two different co-workers- one of which I was able to see right up in my face. She also enjoys walking around with her jeans button unbuttoned, panties in full vew and allowing her over-sized stretch marked up the wazoo breasts hang out all over the place. Damned well close to sexual harassment- yes? Believe me, it's not attractive. AT ALL. If they were hot, it'd be one thing. But. Ugh. Oh, and upon two different occasions she brought BEER INTO THE OFFICE place, putting it into the fridge. What the fuck is that!?!?!
The general attitude of the office is just...it's just fucking crazy, ok? These women (who are not terribly attractive at all) have their bra straps, underwear, etc. hanging out over the place.
This young guy that works there, starts off every day by kissing them on the head. He fixes the shirts and bras of the young PR girl.
Mind you- I am all for decadence. I looove hedonistic endeavors- just not in the work place. In all seriousness, the Shooting Gallery once established at Killah's place is more professional than this joint. At least we had the common decencey to keep our clothes on. -.-
What is further amusing to me, is that I work the weekends at Phoenix House (a long term residential treatment center.) I work with anywhere from 95-100 crack and heroin addicts, running amok all over the place- and they are better well-behaved than these people.
Ok. That's it.
Done.
It began with when I was training in their city location, and this black girl kept calling me "Erica" and asking me about my "boyfriend" in very condecending tones... I'm not gay... "How much did your nose job cost???"
Then I came to the Hempstead office...
This young (and rather large) Puerto Rican girl enjoys blabbering away in spanish, putting on make up and snapping pictures of herself with her BlackBerry... Then, on two seperate occasions, she flashed two different co-workers- one of which I was able to see right up in my face. She also enjoys walking around with her jeans button unbuttoned, panties in full vew and allowing her over-sized stretch marked up the wazoo breasts hang out all over the place. Damned well close to sexual harassment- yes? Believe me, it's not attractive. AT ALL. If they were hot, it'd be one thing. But. Ugh. Oh, and upon two different occasions she brought BEER INTO THE OFFICE place, putting it into the fridge. What the fuck is that!?!?!
The general attitude of the office is just...it's just fucking crazy, ok? These women (who are not terribly attractive at all) have their bra straps, underwear, etc. hanging out over the place.
This young guy that works there, starts off every day by kissing them on the head. He fixes the shirts and bras of the young PR girl.
Mind you- I am all for decadence. I looove hedonistic endeavors- just not in the work place. In all seriousness, the Shooting Gallery once established at Killah's place is more professional than this joint. At least we had the common decencey to keep our clothes on. -.-
What is further amusing to me, is that I work the weekends at Phoenix House (a long term residential treatment center.) I work with anywhere from 95-100 crack and heroin addicts, running amok all over the place- and they are better well-behaved than these people.
Ok. That's it.
Done.