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Lo, for I have seen the evils, the darkness of the human race. I have seen the greed, the gluttony, the pride, sloth, wrath, lust, AND Envy. ALL SEVEN DEADLY SINS in one place.
A fast food restaurant.
Yes, a fucking burger hut (or in my case, a cajun restaurant). I have come to the conclusion that every single rapist, serial killer, and secular terrorist started out by being either a fast food employee or or standard issue customer, usually the former. I am freaking serious, it's the perfect training ground. A little rat poison here, a little arsenic there, and suddenly you have a terrorist! Evil begins behind the fryers of a fast food joint while the boudain balls and fried chicken are floating!
I have also seen how much tolerance I have for my own race. The answer: little to none. Don't get me wrong, love black people, I just can't STAND the other side of our race. It's like comparing blue bloods to red necks, both sides come to hate the other for various reasons, and dammit I've found mine working behind that counter. Yes, it's a black owned business, that does not mean I'm gonna cut you a deal on catfish!!
I think the location also reminded me what little tolerance I have for people. At the downtown location I worked at last winter, I catered to people who kept the city in one piece, financially or physically. Not at the one I worked at recently, oh HELL no. I catered to pimps, hustlers, prostitutes, junkies, skin heads, and cops looking for their next arrest to talk about at the water cooler. I also had the embarassment to work somewhere people I GRADUATED WITH could find me. Why their orders took so damn long? Cuz I had to explain I was a college student currently. I refuse to have these people think I dropped to the wayside despite being a brain back in the old days.
My coworkers are no better. I worked with a holy roller, a sneaky old dude, and a hustler that 90% of the time flirted with the female customers. Oh rapture. Add in that the boss had a tendency to tell my father about anything I did wrong, so my work would follow me home and lecture me before I even got out the door the next day, and you got thoughts of murder floating in my head. I lost my SUMMER to this place, all because I wanted to help out. Well that's fucking it, my kindness has met its exploitation limit. If I act mean for sometime afterward, it's just me trying to remember why I tolerate human existence.
If you haven't realized it by now, I no longer work for that particular shit hole. The place closed down for the time being, and won't reopen til I'm far gone into college thank God. Reasoning? The cook walked out on the place. On me. During a LUNCH RUSH. Said it was a pride thing. He was a grown ass man as he put it. I still had to cook a shitload of orders by my lonesome. At least I learned how to cook everything there prior to this.
Pretty sure I'm cutting contact to almost everyone having to do with that place after this week. It's gonna take me a god while before I'm at the mindset I was at when I finished out my sophmore year.
If there's anything I learned from this summer, it's what happens when one doesn't work hard at school. Not a single person having to do with this place has any college education outside of my father and myself. I have two years left at college, and I'm gonna make sure that when I graduate I'll be ascending above that hell and all of its demons like a divine soul. I'll come back well paid, well rested, and ready to buy it out and turn it into a parking lot.
I think what's so bad, is that now I understand people that work in fast food. So do I treat them in a more kind fashion now? Or do I be like all the other bitches and bastards out there and treat them like dirt, to remind them their job truly does suck and that they are at the lowest rung of the corporate ladder?
I think I'll sleep on it.
Wait...all I have is Paint. This is not conductive to coloring at ALL.
-Colin, over his inablity to color a lineart of his own character.
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