maderr | I hate all most men

They all suck, especially the nasty ass scuzzy drivers at work and the fucking owner.

I've tried and tried to just laugh it off, ignore it, whatever. Because quite frankly I don't want to make a scene

Okay, this one drivers name is Jeremie. And I'm going to be crass, rude and probably racist by saying that he's a nasty black guy (not that all black men are, just that he is) that would gladly fuck anything white with tits. So he hits on every white chick in the store. To date he's said so many things to me that are just *screams in rage*

My favorites:

*Hey, someone told me that you said you wanted someone to suck your toes.
*I intimidate you, you have nightmares about me "Oh no, it's jeremie. jeremie, no"
*You need to get a larger shirt.

*screams in rage and throws shit around*

that's not even why I'm angry - I'm angry b/c I tell the ~~chauvanistic, too busy to fucking care, patronizing~~ fucking owner this and all he says is "next time write him up"

Except Jeremie does all this while no one else is around, and off camera the fucking ass, so how do I even prove any of this. And write him up on what? there's no such form or anything - I just write it on a fucking napkin? Argh, I'm so angry.

I'm not even sure he does all this to the other women - the 2nd and 3rd comments were made just tonight. I'm so tired of it - it's bad enough a good third of the guys in there try to touch me all the time. Do blonde hair and large tits and a sense of humor = easy touch or something?

I'm tired of it, I'm so fucking tired of it all. Maybe I'm overreacting, or being childish but just once I would like to not worry about this when I go to work. Worse, only one other person will even listen to me, and that's actuall another guy (one of maybe three I don't actively want to do terrible things to with my pointies).

I want this guy to go away, he give me the creeps every time he comes near me. But I don't want to make a scene, b/c that never ends well for anyone. Ah well, January we become a Five dollar store full time, which means Bye Bye Drivers.

*seethes in rage and contemplate pointies*