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Black to Blame

What’s aggravating lately are the Ferguson protest… it makes me wonder why certain races are always quick to defend their own kind despite overwhelming criminal proof.

I think bias and stupidity occurs in all color, shapes, and sizes. Going back to what this blog is about, it’s about my dead end job. People look at my resume and scoff because I work at a non-profit, which makes me hard to hire. But I should be thankful for a dead end job.

My supervisor is an old, wrinkly, dumb blonde. The receptionist we have is an angry black women. Luckily these ungraceful women have personalities to clash with each other…sometimes. The angry black women, who is lazy as well, passes a phone slip to my supervisor…and she passes the buck to everyone. My supervisor has me walk the phone slip back to the receptionist with a message, which I relayed to her. Then the receptionist comes back and asks my supervisor something, which I already relayed the message, but the receptionist said I didn’t. I wanted to punch and kick her. She is black, poor, and miserable, the justice system would have been against her anyways.

Another annoying thing that my supervisor does (well she is annoying everyday which is why her husband left her) is that she writes a post it note telling me to make a phone call in addition to a script. In the time that she wrote the note, she could of have made the phone call herself. I ignored the first request because I was busy, then she writes on the post it notes that she needs the call done ASAP. Then do it yourself you wrinkly dumb blonde. Well, being that she is miserable and everyone around her has left, she can spend her pathetic Thanksgiving herself.

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Work Hard, Break Harder

My supervisor has been in trouble a few times for not allowing meal breaks or a 10 minute break in general. She keep explaining to me about the tasks that I was going to complete. You know, the tasks that are so easy that she can do it herself but she chooses not to? Since I was overdue for a short 10 minute break, I told her I needed to go on break. She continues to explain the task to me, and I repeated myself that I needed to go on break. She screams that she heard me the first time. Ok, so you if heard me the first time, then don’t continue to talk to me about work. No wonder her husband left her. And no wonder people at my job hate her. 

Well, time to go file a complaint with the government so she can get a notice in the mail for violating meal breaks…again! 

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