Work and Dignity

Here’s my thing, y’all.

I have a job.  It pays shit, I have no insurance (not because it’s not offered, but because it costs $60 a paycheck, which would leave me no money for, you know, food), it often involves pretty disgusting things including getting hit on by creepy old men (and young men), or getting groped by them (only like once or twice in almost two years, though!), or having to touch their videos that have lube on them from when they jacked off to them.

But there are awesome things too, like getting to become super educated on certain aspects of sexual pleasure and freedom and helping to educate others so that they can have good sex (with themselves or others).  And my co-workers are pretty fun, and I get to say things like “fucked in the pooper” on a regular basis, as my job.

But, seeing as I’ve only been back for going-on-four weeks, I’ve come home at least five nights pissed as hell at one of my superiors.  I won’t get into specifics here, because that is going to come tomorrow when I talk to my manager, but there are certain things I expect as a human being, no matter what my job is.

I don’t need to be talked to in a condescending manner, I don’t need to be addressed passive aggressively, I don’t need you to lie to my face about asking me to go on break and then telling me it was “just a misunderstanding” and “you don’t need my attitude”.  The thing is, I give attitude only when I get it first, whether through disrespect, rudeness, or both, and this douche is like the leader of douche-ville.

So, yes, I think everyone deserves to be respected in their workplace, even if they’re not a manager (and, btw, all the managers and assistant managers are men, which irritates me, because they seem to ask them women to clean a whole lot more and shit).

So, that’s my rant. meh.