Things That Simply Are

Certain statements always mean the same thing, you say you aren't, but you very much are.

Ever meet someone who you instantly hate? Sometimes it's for a dumb reason, or no reason at all.

Maybe he is a nice guy?

But sometimes it's for all the right reasons. Sometimes you meet someone and within minutes you know they are just the worst.

I am a bartender at a hotel, the great thing abut my job is that it's never so busy that I want to pull my hair out, which has an added benefit of me being able to interact more with the guests. My hotel does a lot of corporate business and we have relationships with the local companies who will send their employees to our hotel if they are from out of town.

This allows me to get to know guests for an extended period of time, I had a group stay with me for three weeks and they were great, I knew them all by name and what they drank and we would chat all night. Which really sucks if within the first two minutes you know the person is a complete jackass.

Enter Jeff (not his real name), who is staying for two weeks. He is with a group of 4 others and they all seem to be “done” with him already. And he has been at the hotel for less than three days. On night one he is decked out in gold accessories, which already makes me judge him.  But not too harshly, because it's not fair of me to hate someone just for wearing a watch 3 sizes too large for his wrist that looks like its pure gold. Likely a knock off, but I am not sure. One of the other guys mentions something about a guy in his office who is black and Jeff says something to the tune of “I bet that guy can play ball”. Which isn't mean spirited or anything, but clearly had no place in the conversation, he was saying it only because the guy is black. So just about every one in the bar shot him a glance and he started to dig a hole for himself to die in.

“No, I'm not Racist, but...”. There is was, the one statement that ALWAYS negates the following statement. It's not reserved only for the racism argument either. Ever talk to someone who wants to say something rude but wants to make sure you don't get upset? “No offense but,...” Yeah, um, just because you said no offense doesn't mean it's not offensive, ass hat.

So there we are with Jeff trying to justify his comments and ensure us he is not racist and he says “Seriously I'm not, I have a black buddy who is a really good guy” And 3 of the guests literally laugh out loud and he is like “What?” You can't say that, that's like the nail in the coffin, how can I be racist if I have a black friend? You can.  In fact, you are. Idiot.

Okay, lets talk about hating people, I hate some people. I think we all hate some people. Anyone hate someone for the dumbest reason?
 

Example: I hate a guy at work because one day at work like 2 years ago he took my pizza. Sounds worse than it is. In the cafeteria we can order personal pizzas that take about 8 minutes to cook, I ordered one then went and threw my stuff down at our table, grabbed a drink and then waited for my pizza. But apparently a guy who ordered a pizza after I did, took mine when it was ready. He probably didn't even know it was mine. The cafeteria guy generally comes out and says “_______ pizza” and you simply take it and go. Well, I hate him anyway. That was my pizza, and it made me wait another 5 minutes. And that was 2 years ago. If I see him in my building I generally give him a look of disgust. My guess is he has no idea I hate him. But I do.

Also, there is a woman who works at the Dunkin Donuts near my house who simply couldn't give two shits about your order.  In fact, if she gets it wrong and you tell her it's wrong, she will actually roll her eyes at you as if it's an inconvenience on her to remake it. Bitch, I don't care if it inconveniences you, get my shit right the first time.

And she is a perennial fuck up with your coffee orders.  One day I ordered a medium iced dark roast with milk only. She gave me a medium iced with cream. I know it was cream because it was creamy as shit. So I said, “oops, I think you made this with cream” and I said that very politely because it was an off day for me... Her response was just swell.. “Does it really matter?” Umm, yes lady, it does matter, I don't like cream in coffee, I like milk, THAT'S WHY I ORDERED IT THAT WAY. Then she remade it for me and put like 5 sugars in, I knew it was 5 because I could see her do it. And again I corrected her. “Why wouldn't you want sugar?” ARE YOU KIDDING ME? Make my freaking coffee so I can get to work!

She is someone who deserves to be hated. So I do. 

She might as well have been him. 

 

Conversely, there is a lady that works the drive through at McDonald’s that hates the crap out of what she does. She always seems to be in a horrible mood and for some reason I love it. She is like my favorite person, I will order the same thing every time I go. Medium iced coffee, french vanilla with milk only. She gets it right every time, but murmurs something angrily under her breath every time I get to the window. She is the best.