Borders.

[chokethewind]

Some lady came into my work today and complained about how the only person who ever gets her order right is the "white lady" and the "Mexicans" always screw it up.  Of course, let us not discount the fact that the last two times her order was supposedly fucked up (she lets her fucking kids order and THEN comes back to complain and her kids are like eight) it was taken by the two whitest people our store has.

Rawr.  Any type of assumption usually pisses me off and it pisses me off before because she was talking to me and she was talking very slowly and very obviously, like I couldn't speak English properly.  Bitch I don't speak Spanish and just because I am Mexican doesn't give you the right to just come up here and ... ah I don't knwo what I'm trying to say, my thoughts are running around jumbled because I'm tired as hell.  I just... it always annoys me that just because I look Mexican it makes people start talking to me like I don't speak Engilsh.  I mean.. I don't know, when I see Japanese people I don't start talking slow like they don' know English.  I suppose I could look at demographics, because I do live in Arizona and most of the people at my work at native Spanish speakers, but they all speak English to some degree of competancy.  But even when I was in Green Valley, people would still talk to me like... oh I don't know.  It just annoyed me.  It always has.  I don't know what kind of argument I'm trying to make, or if it's fair.  I ramble.  /ramble

I got off work last night, drove down to Tucson, picked up Loren, and came back.  So we were back by four am and I was asleep by four thirty but had to get up at nine for work.  Huzzah.  I love my car.  She's a trooper.  Her name is Evian and she's blue.  :D

Other than that, I'm making icons.  Nothing else new really.  I have twenty bucks til Tuesday.  Woot me.