At work Thursday night, a group of people came in. There were seven of them. Five of them were mentally handicapped and the other two seemed to be their care takers. They were bringing the five out for a treat. We have some kick ass dessert items and that's what they came for. Upon seeing them coming, one of my co-workers said, "Aww look, they let them out on a little field trip!" Like they're some little mutants that can only come out and play once in a while.
I told her that was a fucked up thing to say. She just shrugged and laughed. Another girl told her that was terrible but laughed right along too because after all, it was funny.
I ended up going and taking their order and had some difficulty because they couldn't decide what they wanted and they weren't sure what each thing was entirely. With a little explaining and a little confusion and frustration, I got it taken care of. Then I went back to my post and got to drink making and all that jazz.
The girl who further had to wait on them and carry their desserts out didn't want to. She even begged another girl to do it for her because she didn't want to. She said she didn't want to have to deal with doing separate checks. Which isn't hard at all actually. The other girl was busy though and wouldn't do it for her. So she got pissed off, groaned about it and then did it. Then she ended up griping about it because she had to "deal with those people" and "ugh it was so frustrating" because "they didn't understand anything!" Which is just an exaggeration. They required a bit more help than most customers do but so what?
After they left, the bitch who waited on them was going on about how she thinks one had down syndrome and some nonsense. Then she said something to the effect of, "I know they can't help the way they are but ugh I just don't like having to deal with those kinds of people. It's so annoying for us people who don't want to deal with stuff like that."
To which my only reply was, "That's fucked up. They didn't ask to be where they are and they don't deserve to be treated like shit because of it. Sorry but we can't all be perfect princess."
Which got me a death insinuating glare but she was smart enough not to say anything back. Sadly, I was hoping she would. I was ready to go off on her but not ready to make a scene in the middle of my job to do so. I might have punched her bony ass or said something particularly harsh and I really need my job. I worry about losing it over my temper at times so I try hard to keep it in check, even when I do get pissed off. I think I got the point across enough with what I did say and she didn't speak to me for the rest of her shift. Which is fine. I don't like that bitchy little brat anyway.
I was a bit annoyed for a few minutes then let it go. Then around closing time, I started thinking about it again and ended up feeling annoyed. I just don't understand people. Really. I don't. Then I felt sad. Sad that people who are different have to deal with ridicule and being treated poorly probably too often by ridiculous people like my co-workers.
And no, I don't feel sorry for people because they're deaf, mentally handicapped, blind, missing a leg, in a wheel chair, etc. I don't feel sorry for that group of people because they're mentally handicapped. What I feel sorry for is that they have to deal with people treating them like shit just because of a difference they can't control. Just because that difference might make them uncomfortable. I feel sorry because a lot of times with people who have a handicap, I get told "Don't worry about it, I'm/They're/We're used to it" because that's not something they should have to get used to. I don't treat them especially different because there is something "wrong" with them because there isn't something wrong with them. Maybe I am the one who is wrong. I think you should treat everyone like they're human, not like they're some mutant spawn freak.
Happy Friday Y'all.
Have a good weekend.
Have a good weekend.