So long as you keep a straight face...

... I will be there when you die.

Departing from my probably good regiment of posting blogs only related toward world affairs, I guess I'll make this one personal again.

I feel horrible sometimes. I don't know weather to hold hope in people or if I should just resign myself to the fact that some people are just the way they are. That corporate America will never laugh along with jokes. That maybe one day people will realize life's not about being messed up.

I went to work the other day, and I pass by and ask the dishwasher how he's doing. He grogily responds "hungover". Sucks. I don't think much of it. We've talked, er, maybe I should say he's bragged to me before about he's ability to drink and get women etc etc. But then he goes to the shift manager "I feel like I'm going to puke, I gotta go home." Hmm. No other dishwasher around. Me. It took two minutes for me to be assigned to washing dishes the rest of the night. I was there almost an hour later than I was supposed to. The waitresses were stuck making their own ice cream, something that made them unhappy and probably slowed down service.

So, what's this have to do anything? Well, the dishwasher is a twenty something college dropout who works full time at the not-so-humble establishment. I don't mean to insult him or anything, but I am kind of disappointed that he isn't more responsible for himself. I do not take kindly to someone people fucking other people over. He fucked us over, plain and simple. Didn't say sorry or anything. Didn't seem to regret it.

But I feel bad for him. He doesn't seem happy. I mean, drinking is probably the first coping mechanism people abuse. So, when do people realize that coping mechanisms make things worse rather than better?