Hate

I started this piece either back in 2005 or 2006, which ever was the last year I lived with a set of roommates. I completed it in 2007, getting the only good reaction from it through my dad. He shuddered. “Oo! Violent.” Dad’s always been good at saying things I like to hear and tend to make me feel better.

What went behind this piece? Hate. Pure and simple. And I’d like to think I’ve finally rationalize what’s behind that hate. People. But not just any people. There is specifically two types of people I would rather not associate myself with ever again, though I know that it would be impossible to do so: Those with incredibly high charisma, and those with documented mental disabilities. Please, before you start calling me prejudiced and bigoted and such, though I won’t deny it, let me explain.

I lived and worked with two different people with high charisma. They’re very outgoing, people want to be around them, and they never get in trouble for anything. My roommate and I had done so many similar things; it was the reason why we got along for as long as we did. However, when it came to good or bad, doing the right or wrong, whenever we both did something wrong on different occasions, such as cuss in front of our parents, or hand in something late, she would be praised while I would be punished. Same scenarios, different outcomes. Why? Because I don’t have the charisma to come up with a witty comeback. I simply don’t have it in me. I rejoiced when I found out she was fired from her job once. Rejoiced, despite it being such a crappy reason to be fired. It made me feel good that someone hadn’t fallen for this girl’s act. Karma kicked my ass about it later. ^_^

My co-worker was worse. You much understand, my manager at that time in my life was a very religious man. So much that he owns and ministers to his own church. His second in command at the hotel we worked at lived on church property. My co-worker, who nobody really could stand working with because he was lazy, didn’t answer the radio, the list goes on. This guy kicked a hole into the wall of the main entrance and took hotel property without asking or notifying anyone about it! What kind of property, you might ask? Try a carpet cleaner from house keeping. Yeah, like they aren’t going to miss that! But my co-worker, he could smooth talk his way out of anything. And let’s not forget that he’s practicing to become a preacher, so naturally my manager is going to take him under his wing despite the trouble he causes.

So when they’re about to go through and lay some people off, who gets booted? Me. Why? It gets a bit sketchy there. The day my manager fired me, he told me that it was because I wasn’t “Aggressive enough towards greeting the guests.” When I go to apply for Unemployment, the reason he gives them is because of something that happened two or three months before I got booted. Excuse me? But why did you wait so long to boot me? Oh, maybe because a week before you canned me I openly stated that I was sick of being preached to about how unhappy my spirit is for not worshipping everyone else’s god? No, we’ll ignore the fact that my manager canned another guy who he argued with through stating text of the bible itself. Yes, both grown men would argue with each other by spitting out random biblical text. IN THE WORK PLACE! Isn’t there some sort of law against this kind of crap!?

Happily, my co-worker got booted by another manager, when our holier than though manager wasn’t around to save him. My co-worker was caught in his uniform shorts, swimming around with someone’s kid in the indoor pool, by another manager. I think it was later found out that he’s on a known pedophile list. And I’m the one that got fired first for not being “Aggressive Enough.” HA!

Now, for the mentally disabilities. I’m not saying I hate all people with them. I live with one of them, and love him with all of my heart. But it’s the people that blame all of their problems and misfortunes on their disabilities, despite the fact that they knew that what they were doing was completely wrong. At my current job, I worked with a girl who has ADD, OCD, and every other mental disorder or disability she can think of, and she usually forgets to include CLD: Compulsive Lying Disorder. Granted, I doubt that there’s a drug to calm the effects of CLD yet, which is probably why they don’t have it on record as an actual disorder, but trust me it is. About a year or so ago, we found out that she was embezzling money from the store’s credit account onto her card. Then, we find out she’s done it again through the local college’s credit account. Naturally, she attempts to commit suicide, blames it all on her mental disorders, and our boss, being the wonderful and forgiving woman that she is, lets her off the hook agian. Ok, well, the girl’s parents had to pay for what we could figure out she stole, but there’s really no way to tell exactly how much the store has lost through this girl’s transactions. Once my boyfriend started working Sundays, and did some cleaning around his work space, we found that this girl was skipping out on working Sundays, but still clocked in and out to get paid for them, and that she probably took all the cash sales from them as well.

But, surely if she had been taken to court, she wouldn’t have gone to jail as she deserves. No, she’s got those mental disabilities and all those medications that mess with her head. Most likely, she’d be sent to an institute and have to get psychiatric help and such; which she needs, but doesn’t get. No, instead my boss let her off the hook, her parents won’t take full responsibility in seeing that the girl gets treatment she needs, and now she’s blaming my boss for not being able to go to her favorite shops around our neighborhood. Like it wasn’t this girl’s fault she went and stole a crap ton of money! Ugh. From what I’ve heard recently, she’s working as a babysitter and trying to support her lazy ass girlfriend, instead of pursuing a job for what she was able to get her degree in. And yes! She has a degree! Got it just after trying to commit suicide!

So, can you see why I’m bitter about these kinds of people? They can get away with anything they want, either through sweet talking their way out of it, or blaming it on a mental disability. What chance does an honest hard working person have against these people? None. I know that if I do something, be it on accident or with good intensions, I will be punished for it. I have before, and I know it will happen again.