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A customer had the nerve to say "hola, Chinito. Como estas?".

I work in a parking lot of a hardware store, as a Lot Lizard. My job involves loading merchandise and pushing carts. The customer did not have any other interaction with me. As usual I ignored the unnecessary comments (because I was afraid that he might tell the manager I said or did something wrong, if I were to have answered. Everyone has subconscious biases. For all I know, maybe that customers was having sex with the manager.).

Some internet articles claim that "Chinito" is not vulgar. It just means "Chinese". But if I called a customer "hola, Latino/Hispanic/Chicano. Como estas?", the customer might shoot me with a gun, stab with a knife, bark, swear, tattle to the manager, run me over with the car. The prospects are unlimited. Subject to imagination. The company is in the middle of a homeless encampment. Plenty of customers appear uncivilized. For all you know, they might have felony convictions, drug addiction, DUI, psychiatric diagnoses.

The company keeps claiming that it doesn't "discriminate". But that is l saying "I did not bite you. My off leash dogs bit you.".

I have been Chinese for 39 years

37 years in united states'

Been working there two years

The first time I heard the word "Chino" was 2 years ago

Ten different "people" have had the nerve to call me "Chino"

Nine were at home Depot

Seven were day laborers. Two were customers

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A customer had the nerve to tell me that I was physically weak, when I was trying to load his merchandise (35 pounds each). He could have loaded it himself.

On the other hand, now that I am 39, my physical strength rapidly getting much worse. And it was never that great to begin with. I have a Dr letter that I am not allowed to lift over 50 pounds. The company is okay with that. (Reasonable accommodation). However, I still have to find someone to lift it for me. Sometimes I am the only Lot Lizard on duty. Or the other one is on break, lunch, or having sex with the manager, or refuses. Or they complain or they are rude. So I would rather lift it myself. But some merchandise heavy.
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Last week I tried to unload a tool (about 120 pounds) with a customer. The tool was too heavy, so I unintentionally dropped it. (The tool looks like a lawnmower.). It chipped my tooth on the way down. (I was afraid the tool would land on my foot). "What the f**k? You can't hold it?", The customer had the nerve to bark at me. ("Customer always right").

I'm just glad
(1) no worse injuries
(2) didn't get made redundant
(3) customer did not shoot me with a knife


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A lot of ants in the kitchen

I've found out that The Queen is going to die. I wonder if Charles poisoned her.

I can't even make a goddamn joke w/o getting corrected. FFS

The Queen died today.

How can everybody else be so logical at a time like this?

The apple wasn't tart enough.

I can't believe it's already Friday evening. The beginning of the weekend means that the end of the weekend is coming soon. Just the thought of it is depressing.

Anxiety. My worker has been really sick from covid over the last week. As of yesterday he was still testing positive.

The doors on the train that I normally take to work did not open automatically when it got to the station where I usually make my exit to the street because the doors were jammed shut. Therefore, no one could get in and no one could get out and not only was I frustrated but I started feeling claustrophobic as well. Luckily, the operator was able to go to the other side of the train to open the doors on that control panel which was not long after.

When I told other people, they said it sounded scary but for me and I suppose it can be incase there was a serious emergency such as a fire.

Nothing really I guess, its been a very nice day but someone asked me my friday plans and I felt bad that I knew that what I did and had in mind for today (super fun and great day for me) would sound to them like sad or lame or something. But then again that's my life, people always think my favorite things are pathetic or whatever.

I had a meltdown at the clubhouse. A Schultz moment that I cried into my hanky. Everybody saw me.

Some huge concert started right now 4km from here and the bass and music is traveling and making my walls and floors vibrate and giving me a headache. Very annoying. I wish I could move somewhere peaceful, but I can't really afford to live outside of the city and even the place I live now is one of the quietest areas around and sort of expensive.