Horrible Work Day

I worked at an appliance retailer for a week. There was an employee shortage, so the same two asshole coworkers were there every day.

One was a black kid, "Dankster" - younger than me - with the worst case of reverse racism I've ever seen. He'd turn all the radios to hardcore rap music, then tell the boss I was prejudiced against him when I changed the stations to something that might not frighten customers. He also called me a selfish bigot when I went to Burger King on my lunch and didn't bring back anything for him - but when I offered him money and asked him to pick me up a Whopper combo during his lunch, he told me "Shit, you got a car. I ain't your fucking butler." Then one day, his car was broken, so my boss asked me to drive to his place on my way to work (he lived two streets from me) and give him a ride. Dankster came out and said he'd be ready to go in a moment. I waited and honked for 25 minutes, then gave up and took off, arriving to work late. So Dankster called the store and said I never showed up. He was arrogant and treated customers like shit, but whenever I made a big sale, he'd claim that it was preferential treatment because I'm white.

The other guy, Larry, was this middle-aged redneck who did nothing around the store at all and spent the shift talking about all the chicks he'd fucked and all the beer he was gonna drink that night. He asked me if I had a girlfriend, and when I said "yes", he called me a liar and a faggot. He twice forced me to lift and carry boxes that were roughly four times my own weight, and threw a clipboard at me when I refused to lift an air conditioner from off the top shelf of the stockroom, even though the powerjack was broken.

Dankster and Larry got along well and on the day that the manager, Earl, was off, they combined forces to make my existence as miserable as possible. They made fun of me, assigned me to the most remedial tasks, refused to let me take any customers (and thus, earn no commissions) and ate my lunch while I was busy. At the end of the shift, Larry poured a bucket of screws and washers all over the carpet after I'd just vaccuumed, and said that it had to be cleaned before they open at 9AM the next day. But since I'd been assigned to floors, it wasn't his or Dankster's responsibility, and that they'd break the vaccuum, so it all had to be picked up by hand. I did this for a few minutes, but Dankster began to toss screws at me and Larry kept telling me not to scowl, I'm probably used to being on my hands and knees.

I'd had enough. I went to my car and drove home. I slept in the next morning until I was damned good and ready to go to work, arriving three hours late. I told the manager, Earl, about all the dickheaded things Dankster and Larry had done and that even if those two were fired right then and there, I didn't care; I no longer wanted to work for a store that hired that sort of asshole in the first place.

And that was that. Worst work week and day I've ever had.

Jam it back in, in the dark.