Should you be saying this while I have a knife in my hand?
Work was fine today.
Work is always fine.
Its not a bad job, not nearly as high-stress as Im used to, and Ive done well at staying out of all the drama between the cooks and shifts.
There's always alot of drama in kitchens.
I just play stoic and act very engrossed in my work.
However, 95% of the people I work with are men. On the shift that I normally work, I am the only woman.
Since most of the guys are either military or retired military they all seem to have the same notions regarding the sexes. Read: sexist assholes.
And most of them are intent on broadcasting their notions, especially when Im around.
Whether it be women in the military, women being goldiggers, women being promiscuous (in much less liberal vocabulary), women sucking at sports, women faking rape, women misusing their sexuality, or some combination of the above, it seems to be a popular activity to assume the most misogynistic stance on a topic and then talk about it in a circle jerk while giving me some shit-faced grin and saying something like "oh, im sorry if I offended you, careful guys, she could file sexual harrassment, uh huh huh."
Case in point: Sargent Crump
Sargent Crump is my shift-leader. Sargent Crump looks like a dweebier version of Hitler. Sargent Crump once felt the need to show me pictures of him and his men straddling missles they captured from the Iraqis in...Iraq. Well some of them chose the one foot up on the missle pose, rather than the straddling motif.
There was also a picture of him standing in front of a mushroom cloud with this big stupid smile on his face. Just barren land, a mushroom cloud, and Chump with his dumb grin...and his gun all hiked on his shoulder.
It was darkly humorous.
Anyway, so Crump comes up behind me the other day, and starts telling Tex (yes, Tex, just guess what sort of guy he is) this joke:
"What do you say to a woman with two black eyes?"
?
"Nothing, you already told her twice."
Im still turned around, just shaking my head in disgust because it makes me want to tell him twice, three times, maybe four. Which I know would be the wrong way to go about it, and I wish i had the words to verbally assault him.
So he says "Whats the matter, Crystal, you didnt think that was funny?"
"Yeah Chump, that was great, domestic violence is hilarious."
Ive since taken up calling him Chump to his face. Because Im a civilian he cant really do anything about it. Besides, as far as Im concerned things like that cross the line.
There are so many things I want to say when these things come up, and they come up like 340 times a day, but I know how intense I can get and I know I will say things that will be fairly vicious and I dont want to make it harder for myself at work.
I feel like a ticking time bomb though.
Really brings out the hothead paison in a girl.
They act all diplomatic and chummy if they are speaking to me alone, and its all just a big joke to them.
ahaha?
So then I come home from work, and I try to relax, and I drink my tea, and then scold myself for not always saying things that probably should be said and also for letting it get to me in the first place.
But I think its always going to get to me.
Work is always fine.
Its not a bad job, not nearly as high-stress as Im used to, and Ive done well at staying out of all the drama between the cooks and shifts.
There's always alot of drama in kitchens.
I just play stoic and act very engrossed in my work.
However, 95% of the people I work with are men. On the shift that I normally work, I am the only woman.
Since most of the guys are either military or retired military they all seem to have the same notions regarding the sexes. Read: sexist assholes.
And most of them are intent on broadcasting their notions, especially when Im around.
Whether it be women in the military, women being goldiggers, women being promiscuous (in much less liberal vocabulary), women sucking at sports, women faking rape, women misusing their sexuality, or some combination of the above, it seems to be a popular activity to assume the most misogynistic stance on a topic and then talk about it in a circle jerk while giving me some shit-faced grin and saying something like "oh, im sorry if I offended you, careful guys, she could file sexual harrassment, uh huh huh."
Case in point: Sargent Crump
Sargent Crump is my shift-leader. Sargent Crump looks like a dweebier version of Hitler. Sargent Crump once felt the need to show me pictures of him and his men straddling missles they captured from the Iraqis in...Iraq. Well some of them chose the one foot up on the missle pose, rather than the straddling motif.
There was also a picture of him standing in front of a mushroom cloud with this big stupid smile on his face. Just barren land, a mushroom cloud, and Chump with his dumb grin...and his gun all hiked on his shoulder.
It was darkly humorous.
Anyway, so Crump comes up behind me the other day, and starts telling Tex (yes, Tex, just guess what sort of guy he is) this joke:
"What do you say to a woman with two black eyes?"
?
"Nothing, you already told her twice."
Im still turned around, just shaking my head in disgust because it makes me want to tell him twice, three times, maybe four. Which I know would be the wrong way to go about it, and I wish i had the words to verbally assault him.
So he says "Whats the matter, Crystal, you didnt think that was funny?"
"Yeah Chump, that was great, domestic violence is hilarious."
Ive since taken up calling him Chump to his face. Because Im a civilian he cant really do anything about it. Besides, as far as Im concerned things like that cross the line.
There are so many things I want to say when these things come up, and they come up like 340 times a day, but I know how intense I can get and I know I will say things that will be fairly vicious and I dont want to make it harder for myself at work.
I feel like a ticking time bomb though.
Really brings out the hothead paison in a girl.
They act all diplomatic and chummy if they are speaking to me alone, and its all just a big joke to them.
ahaha?
So then I come home from work, and I try to relax, and I drink my tea, and then scold myself for not always saying things that probably should be said and also for letting it get to me in the first place.
But I think its always going to get to me.