When I worked in a restaurant, some of my coworkers were:
A coke addict from Uzbekistan
A Moroccan degenerate gambler who was also a sex addict
A crack-head from Mississippi who lived in the back room of the store
A Moroccan fence for stolen electronics & drug dealer
A black drug dealer who had spent 7 years in prison
An old Moroccan cook who spoke no English, except to demand to be tipped
An Iraqi tank crewman who surrendered in Gulf War I
A crazy Moroccan who threatened other employees
A very sheltered Mexican
My boss, who had previously run a Subway franchise into the ground, after he ran a UPS Store into the ground, after he got run out of NYC for cheating a friend. Oh, and he was also Moroccan.
Think I ever got annoyed with any of them?
BTW, I'm just a gun toting philosophical white boy, you know, a knuckle dragging intellectual, so I got on just fine.