Drunk@Work.
Jack is drunk.
Reeking of alcohol, Jack is my supervisor tonight. He's still mad at me. He's sulking silently at his computer, playing the game he, Lee, and several others at work like to play ( OGame).
Lee was scheduled to be supervisor tonight (and last night too). He collapsed again two days ago (fourth time this year). Lee's knees, back, and shoulders are all weak: damage from his obesity. I thought something was wrong our last shift together. He was wobbly. At the time I thought it was the drugs.
Eric is away this week so Jim is in charge. Jim showed up yesterday morning. Perhaps he'd heard Jack was drunk (hours before)? I rarely see anyone from management. Oddly enough Jim started whining about gay men so I replied with my usual "I wish more men were gay".
Jim was raised in the bible-belt. Many bible-thumpers think men whom don't love Jesus are faggots. Mouth open, jaw slack, and eyes wide, Jim asked "Why?"
"Every gay man and his lover are two less fellows I have to compete with for all the women," I smiled as if I've had a date this year (I did try).
Jim didn't know what to say. Finally, he blurted out "but...but...what about lesbians?"
"They make the best breakfasts," I answered cryptically. Boilerplate answers actually. Conservatives seldom stray from script, and Jim knew not to bring the bible up with me: too many Christians at work have made that error.
"Lesbians don't want anything to do with men," he snapped.
"Depends on the man," I shrugged confidently. Jim is merely a good ol'boy, not a man.
I've several friends over the years, some lesbian. Sometimes people need an escort, sometimes people need a friend. Most people need to move a heavy object now and again. It can be lonely to be unique in a military unit of conformists.
Jim seemed confused as he retreated briskly to his office.
Here's what Jim doesn't get: everyone here was active duty military, thus everyone here has already served with homosexuals. Jim has already slept with homosexuals, ate with homosexuals, and showered with homosexuals. Some of these homosexuals were men, some of these homosexuals were women (okay, not the sleep or shower part there).
Jim is proud of his bigotry. Why would a homosexual treat Jim with anything more than arms-length professional courtesy? I've had better shipmates than Jim, and enjoyed better breakfasts.
Reeking of alcohol, Jack is my supervisor tonight. He's still mad at me. He's sulking silently at his computer, playing the game he, Lee, and several others at work like to play ( OGame).
Lee was scheduled to be supervisor tonight (and last night too). He collapsed again two days ago (fourth time this year). Lee's knees, back, and shoulders are all weak: damage from his obesity. I thought something was wrong our last shift together. He was wobbly. At the time I thought it was the drugs.
Eric is away this week so Jim is in charge. Jim showed up yesterday morning. Perhaps he'd heard Jack was drunk (hours before)? I rarely see anyone from management. Oddly enough Jim started whining about gay men so I replied with my usual "I wish more men were gay".
Jim was raised in the bible-belt. Many bible-thumpers think men whom don't love Jesus are faggots. Mouth open, jaw slack, and eyes wide, Jim asked "Why?"
"Every gay man and his lover are two less fellows I have to compete with for all the women," I smiled as if I've had a date this year (I did try).
Jim didn't know what to say. Finally, he blurted out "but...but...what about lesbians?"
"They make the best breakfasts," I answered cryptically. Boilerplate answers actually. Conservatives seldom stray from script, and Jim knew not to bring the bible up with me: too many Christians at work have made that error.
"Lesbians don't want anything to do with men," he snapped.
"Depends on the man," I shrugged confidently. Jim is merely a good ol'boy, not a man.
I've several friends over the years, some lesbian. Sometimes people need an escort, sometimes people need a friend. Most people need to move a heavy object now and again. It can be lonely to be unique in a military unit of conformists.
Jim seemed confused as he retreated briskly to his office.
Here's what Jim doesn't get: everyone here was active duty military, thus everyone here has already served with homosexuals. Jim has already slept with homosexuals, ate with homosexuals, and showered with homosexuals. Some of these homosexuals were men, some of these homosexuals were women (okay, not the sleep or shower part there).
Jim is proud of his bigotry. Why would a homosexual treat Jim with anything more than arms-length professional courtesy? I've had better shipmates than Jim, and enjoyed better breakfasts.