Work Still Sucks

Today was my first day back to the deli after my impromptu vacation and it sucks just as bad as I remembered it. I had just gotten over my fake illness and my co-workers were as ready as ever to critique everything I did. I was as ready as ever to fake quit again but was rescued by the advice of an old friend who reminded me that people suck everywhere so this is as good (and as bad) as it gets.

I've taken to playing weird, manipulative mind-games and all-in-all coming off a little crazy. A clearly white co-worker of mine with a clearly Hindi name, who has been particularly nit-picky and an all-around displeasure to be around, informed me that she grew up in an American Sikh community. I quickly informed her that my sister is living in a real Sikh community —a family— in real live India. I so pwned that bitch. I've also taken to blinking hard at people when they arbitrarily command me to do things or do whatever I'm doing differently. I find the subtle gesture to have a profound effect on whomever I use it.

Some people are really nice though and even though I wouldn't go as far as using the word "camaraderie," I can at least say that they show apathy. I also think that I might be getting molested by the female meat manager. It's not particularly troubling. I just all of a sudden placed her excessive touchiness as something more than maternal. Eh, no harm no foul.

The worst part of the day was that after working from the ass crack of dawn, I had to return to work for a mandatory, staff-wide meeting. WTF. This is food service, not a think-tank. After an hour of managers talking about all-time-high profits — none of which I've seen personally— with no end in sight, I grabbed another slice of compensatory pizza and walked out. I've done worse for no punishment, I'm guessing this will be inconsequential too.