Weird job I got, looking forward to quitting this shit. I don't need the drama they want to start there.
It's a paycheck, not life or death. Don't lose your shit over this crap.
Yeah, it's wrong spot for me to be working. But I don't mind it. I just have to deal with retarded blackitude going on constantly from some weird transvestite black woman man thing I have to deal with. I'm just like wondering if "IT" works at this place at all and isn't from off the street homeless and comes in to fuck around for fun.
It wouldn't be hard to do. Steal a vest, walk into some place and pretend you work there week after week. It probably happens every day.
Gotta get a car, gotta keep going so, I'm motivated to keep at it. But yeah, getting these bottom barrel jobs just makes no sense after all the academic hurdles I've jumped in my day.
Surprise surprise, there's efforts being made to prevent my black ass from getting a good paying job. Who'd have seen that coming.
Striking is that it's not the whites, asians, or hispanics that are most antagonistic towards me at the jobs I get. It's the fucking black people. They tear me a new ass hole at work. Well there ya go as far as race and brotherhood is concerned.
Am I shocked by that? no. I've been through it all in black community. They don't give a rats ass about each other for shit.
That's a shame, it'd be nice to have someone you can confide in who knows your pain. But no... I go to work and I actually get along better with the whites than the blacks. How does that make sense?
So strange...
Sunday, July 2, 2017
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