despite all the amputations.

[starfrosting]

The best part of work is the chef, Val. He's fabulous, with that combination of take-no-shit and sweetness that makes me like people. Yesterday we talked about Stonewall. One day he brought me in my own box of gloves so I could use them while I did prep. He said,

"I know you just like snapping on those gloves!" And I do ;).

Something that sucks about work is that Dan Hayne (Heines? Haynes? Who the fuck cares) was there. Ordinarily I could handle that, but when he started about how my brother was the most annoying person from high school, I got pissed. When he asked what I'm studying and I told him Philosophy and Women's Studies, he said, "Ah, still with all that feminazi stuff?" I wanted to knife him. And when my stomach hurt so badly I eventually had to go home, digging my belly into my cutting board to release pressure while I chopped peppers, the sound of his little gnatty voice buzzing away about how to grill the shrimp was honestly more than I could bear. (I feel better now, thanks for asking.)

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In other news...
Why do people think it's okay to use racial slurs? In the past 24 hours, I've heard "beaner" and "niglet," both in situations where I was expected to laugh.

Also, the other day I had a wonderful breakfast with Roary and Lisa. We were at Ma Dee's and this person in hir 50s came in. I read hir as a butch, which could be off. Rory leaned over and said, "What that?!" And I replied that I definitely thought the woman was a butch, or perhaps ze was a transguy. I tried not to flip shit. I just can't take that. What. Is. That. Like when at school my friend Hannah (who I know reads this, so darling, don't think I'm picking on you, I'm just calling you out on something that hurt me that I never talked about) gestured to this queer boy in our dorm and said the same thing. This shit from 2 friends who purport to love androgyny.

Even though I seem to be focusing on bad things in this entry, I actually think today's a pretty good day. Forgot to clock out though, so it'll suck if all the work I did today doesn't get me paid. Ah well. Good Shabbos.

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[enchanteddesert.livejournal.com]

Things can get very stressful and annoying at work. Especially when people pry into your personal life, and then criticize/joke about it. Damn Dan. Some people haven't changed a wink since high school. What's a "beaner"? My only reference to that word is that woman named Beaner, which probably isn't what you're talking about. By the way, I really like working with you. I get to wink and smile at you whenever I come in the kitchen. I normally don't do that to Dan. Thanks for the yummy salad today. I asked Dan for it, and he said, "Ah, let the veg-head do it." Meaning you should make it for me. I love you Veg-Head!

[starfrosting.livejournal.com]

Aww Lisa! I just got home a couple minutes ago.

I love Beaner. But 'beaner' in the other sense is a derogatory term for Latinos...fabulous, isn't it?

And I'll always be glad to make vegetarian food for you. I sure do love my vegetables. Or something. A demain-