I have been slinging tacos for a little bit now, somewhere over a year, and have become a bad bad person because of the job. It is not actually the job, or the fact that I was really that much less of a bad person before...

On occasion we play a game called "guess that ethnicity" based on the order, or random other variable such as accents or the tone carried in the voice. I am from Montana and l've about thirty minutes away from a reservation, on the first of the month, all the way through the first Saturday, we get our asses handed to us, by people ordering our flat-bread products. (I will try to refrain from giving away the name of the taco place I work for) these are always purchased by our native american customers. I don't mean to say that they are the only persons who purchase this items, I just mean they purchase the most. Here is an example that though exaggerated will help to shine some light on the issue.

ME: "Welcome to taco place, how are you today?"
THEM: fifteen voices completely indeterminable orders being bellowed in unison.
ME: "Alright then if you have any questions feel welcome to ask."
THEM: "Do you sell buffalo?"
ME: Peeking out of the window
SCENE: Fifteen people packed, like drunk college students into a phoneboth, in a two-door pinto that has at least four colors, two of which are rust and primer.
ME: "No, I'm sorry. We serve beef and chicken"
THEM: "Okay, we'll have 7 *flat-bread combos* and ten crunchy tacos..." the order continues.

I really don't mean to come off like I dislike native americans, what I dislike are people who enact a stereotype.

While I wrote this I sit leaching inter-webz from a friend who lays drooling on my pillow, one can assume I'm not as pleased as I could be.

But really I think I am in the mood to bitch about work. How many people out there know what I mean when I say "You know what sucks worse than a bad boss with something to prove? A good boss with a weenie-sleeve with something to prove." Yeah I just called my boss's girlfriend a weenie-sleeve, someone aught to put hat on a t-shirt. Make you some money, just give a nod to your friend kodaks_top_assassin when you do.

Getting back to the point what I am really saying is, I love my job, my boss, and most of the rest of the crew what I don't love is some life support system for genitalia climbing the the ranks, read rod, simply to make everyone elses life suck as bad as hers. God sometimes women piss me right off.

I don't mean to say that it the reason this is happening because she is a woman, what I mean to say is this characteristic is common in women and they seem to think no one else gets it. Well hers a fucking news bulliton out there for every fucking woman who thinks her life is so hard based on being a woman, MY FUCKING WIFE GETS PAID BETTER THAN I DO AT THE SAME FUCKING JOB! Put that on the end of your gigolo's penis and suck it.

Its a damned fine thing that men realized early on that women were necessary for procreation, and funner to put our pee-pee into than a fuckin rock, or we as a species would not exist. For all of those bra-burning retards who will undoubtedly think that this is directed at them note that this is a double edged sword. Woman would never succeed at killing all men because they would over-think as a group. Me would succeed because we would burn and liberally apply our penis to anything that got in the way. PEOPLE FUCKING SUCK, and thats what this whole retard-rant translate to.

For every last cock-sucker out there saying "You're people too" I want you to realize that I am an over-weight internet troll who takes a shower and has to look at my irish-white flabby ass every morning, trust me I know I'm people too. I would take myself out first if I was possitive the rest of the human race would follow.

Thank you for reading.