Today I had the mispleasure of dealing with the biggest racist douchebag in my town. My co-worker Annie speaks English with a very heavy accent and apparently that was a little too much for Mr. Douchebag. She tried to serve him but he didn't understand so she asked me to come to the front (I was in the kitchen) so I did. I talked to him in perfect English and served him and gave him his cup for the soda (We have a soda machine.) I walk back to the kitchen because I was in the middle of something. I suddenly get called back because he can't find the sweet tea on the soda machine. I had to literally walk over there and pick out the SWEET TEA from the other 6 sodas. It was clearly labeled SWEET TEA, and it was in ENGLISH. So clearly, he's not exactly bright. He had the biggest attitude the entire time. Rolling his eyes, being super sarcastic, shaking his head, the whole shebang.

I go back to the kitchen to get his fries and return to the front. That's when he proceeded to go absolutely batshit. 

"I can't believe no one here speaks English!!!!!!"
"..I'm speaking English to you now."
"But he *points to cook* doesn't!"
"He doesn't need to spe--"
"This is AMERICUH! Y'all should be speaking ENGLISH!!!"
"We're a spanish restaurant. What do you expect?"
"I expect you all to speak fucking English. This is fucking ridiculous, I can't believe blah blah" *he's saying this as he's walking away*
"Don't bother coming back." I called after him as he reached the door.
"Shut the FUCK up!" *storms out the door, flicks me off through the window, looks like he's still yelling*

So I flicked him off right back and waved. The funny part is that he had a tattoo of JESUS right on his neck. Last time I checked, Jesus wasn't fucking American. Way to go.

And really, if you're a fucking racist who is all AMERICUH IS NUMBA WUN! then don't fucking walk into a SPANISH RESTAURANT. It's quite simple, really. And BECAUSE it's America, you should fucking expect people to speak shit OTHER than English you dumbass.

Basically a bunch of little entries in one. Fun.

I started school this week. The online classes I'm taking:

Re-designed my Dad's restaurant website (aka the restaurant I work at). Here's a screenshot ( under the cut. )

I took The Brain Dominance Test and got the result: This is basically me. I bolded Accountant, cause hay that's the field I'm studying towards.

One of the main cooks and one of the ~cook helpers~ were fired on Tuesday. It's weird, going to work and not seeing them there. We got a new employee, a woman named Doris. And we also got a new manager, a man named Javier. (More on him lata.) Doris seems really nice.

Tomorrow is my day off. Rent is due on the 31st so I'll be turning the check in tomorrow just to be sure. I'm planning to run some errands, finish watching the third season of Weeds, and maybe head to the movies at night. Should I watch Inglorious Basterds or Public Enemies?

This news story makes me sick. This is a sick world we live in, people.

Today was one of those days at work where I wanted to reach under the counter, grab my purse, unzip the back zipper, and pull out my glock.

I would look around the room filled with people eating and talking loudly and then scan the line reaching to the door, turn to my employee, and calmly state "I hate everything." before shooting myself in the face. ( Here's where I basically lose my shit. )