Sunday

issues

here i go again. another part time job. no biggie.
it is just part time and answering phones? folding boxes? - i mean - come on. cake.

wouldn't even mention it 'cept for this one kid.
this 19, soon to be 20, year old kid i work with.

appears to be rather confused about his gender.
way over-dramatic in his re-telling (the entire store) of his escapades. annoying.
constantly sings rap songs in this high pitched .. voice?
says girl with such a drawl that it grates the last nerve on my toe.
i counted girl coming out of his mouth no less than 7!! times in one sentence.
says he is a girl. who am i to disagree? not i.
my words to this child?

i could care less.

i don't want to hear about your little romps sucking dick.
i don't want to hear your .. oh .. i could go on. i'm sure you get it though.

thank goodness they don't allow him to dress in his "drag" at work.
it's harsh enough to see the wig and fake nails and the pink purse.
oh - and the lip gloss .. my goodness. this is all contrasted rather nicely with the dirt crammed up behind his ears, the halitosis that knocks-s-s-s .. and the ..
never mind.

so .. it will come to a head with me and him/her? it?.
(sorry, no, really i am)
i am going to tell him what i see.

how demeaning, how disrespectful his behavior is to me as a woman.
in his pretense of being sexually challenged, he invades my sense of what is proper behavior in the work place.
(no less - in public - i mean - come on! but that is another issue really)

so why should i have to be subjected to this clown?
his antics do not amuse me.
dude - please ! call it what it is. you are an attention whore .. end of story.
all i see is gutter-trash.