So let's see, the highlight of my first day on Wednesday was when two of my (gay male) coworkers started jokingly calling each other disparaging for females. "Bitch!" "Slut!" "whore!" "Hahaha, oh wait I shouldn't say that one because I might offend both of them" (me and another fairly new female co-worker). The highlight of the second day was when one of my co-workers (the same one who almost said whatever evil word it was he didn't want to offend me with) was carrying a mattress in and said to a client "I know what you're thinking and that's not it." To which the client replied "well, I heard you walk around with one of those strapped to your back."
I think this will be a hell of a lot of fun, and I have actually enjoyed every second of the insanity. I wonder if i should join the crowd and start cursing like a sailor, or I should enjoy the tap dance they try to do around me and see how long I can stretch that out for.
The only problem is going to be that once I start cursing, I will *still* have to censor myself to some degree because one of my favorite derogatory terms is faggot. In my house, everything's a faggot when I'm mad at it. If I called people or things faggots at work, this could be grossly misinterpreted. I, of course, mean nothing by it. I think it's hilarious that people have a problem with men who sleep with other men, which is why I think it's such a funny word.
What the fuck is with our societal hang up on words anyways. Word only have the power we give them. So, like, if we don't get offended by a word, it's not offensive.
anyways, that's the update on the new job. I totally think I am going to like it there.
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