When I was 18 I got 
my first real job working at a large savings and loan. I was hired as a clerk/typist and I worked in the training department. This was my first experience in the real world where everybody who was anybody in the corporate world was a white. In 1975 you rarely saw any people of color in supervisory positions and I soon began to experience what real prejudice felt like. I remember thinking to myself ... wow ... these people really think they're better than me ... and trust me, they were about as subtle as an elephant who just took a dump in your living room.
One of my bosses was a young girl from Ohio. She was about 27 to my 18 and was a college grad. I also naively, considered her my friend. I made this assumption because we shared boyfriend stories and talked about clothes and all the other girly things that female co-workers share. However, every now and then she would ask me if I could run to the corner liquor store and get her a pack of cigarettes. Sure! No problem. I’d done this for her several times, without question, never realizing what was really happening. The very real barriers which separated us were clearly being define
d ... by her. One day, when I was super busy and was down to my last cigarette, I asked her if she would return the favor. She looked at me like I had three heads ... "no," she said "I’m too busy" ... just like that ... it couldn't have stung more than if she'd slapped me. And in that instant, I realized that she was never my friend. How could she be friends with someone like me ... an uneducated, unsophisticated, little Mexican-American girl who was just a clerk/typist. The realization of this fact was so humiliating to me and made crystal clear to me where she saw me on the totem pole of life ... WAY BENEATH HER. As hurtful as it was, I knew one thing for sure ... hell would freeze over before I'd ever get her a pack of cigarettes again.
There were two other secretaries I worked with in the tr
aining department. Carol was a divorced lady and was old enough to be my mother and was forever warning me about the dangers of dating musicians. Vicky, was divorced as well and was living in her own personal hell. Her ex-husband had kidnapped her children and she hadn't seen them in years. This was before there were laws about kidnapping your own children. These two ladies and I were very close, mainly because we all endured the unending, horrible treatment of our boss, Training Director, Dell Dowdell. I used to refer to him as "Dell Dildo" (behind his back of course). To give you all a visual, Dell was kind of a Rush Limbaugh type with little tiny teeth. He was arrogant and superior. Dildo would hold meetings that were 4 and 5 hours long wherein he would say absolutely nothing. After these excruciatingly long and boring meetings the three of us would exit his office shaking our heads from pain and wondering how the hell someone can yap yap yap for six F-ing hours and say nothing at all. He was also a big proponent of psycho cybernetics. This is basically a philosophy of the power of self-affirmation and mental visualization techniques which used the connection between the mind and the body. Specified techniques to develop a positive inner goal as a means of developing a positive outer goal. This concentration on inner attitudes is essential to his approach, as a person's outer success can never rise above the one visualized internally. It was all just a bunch of bullshit in my opinion because for all his professing and trying to teach this to us in my opinion he was still a fuckin asshole.
Evie was our secretarial supervisor and the spawn of Satan. She was a divorced, pretty blond woman in her early 40's and I'm certain was a closet masochist. She once confessed to me that her sister had an affair with her husband. I have no idea what compelled her to tell me such a horribly personal secret ... we were hardly friends, and she basically treated me like crap the entire time I worked there. To take an 18-year-old kid into her confidence completely mystified
me.
Evie got a perverse pleasure out of abusing all of us put seemed to get particular joy out of picking on me. At least once a week I was summoned into Dildo's office where Evie would then “write me up” on everything from not being "dress code" and making me go home to change, to any number of meaningless infractions. I hated Evie. I would lay awake at night thinking of ways to kill her. I even entertained the idea of getting one of the guys in the neighborhood to do a drive-by. I know it sounds terrible, but you would feel the same way too if you had to deal with this b*tch every day for a whole year.
Once in a while, to lighten things up in the office, I would get the girls' attention as Evie was bending over a filing cabinet, and I would swing my foot back and forth like I was going to kick her right in her ass. 
This would always get the girls laughing hysterically to the point of crying because it is, after all, very difficult to hysterically laugh like that QUIETLY. Evie would turn around, know something was up ... but she could never quite prove anything. And she never caught me.
Every day Evie would make me get her lunch. She would come to my desk, stand behind me with her money in her hand and recite her orde
r. This went on for a loooooong time until one day, with all the courage I could summon, I told her that I could not get her lunch because I was working on a super-hot rush for her (You see Evie was super busy herself ... typing Dell Dildo's science fiction novel ... on company time) which is why I did all HER work and brought her lunch every day. But I digress. So, I told her I'd never finish her project if I had to get her lunch, plus it was already late in the day. Evie reassured me that it was okay and gave me "permission" to stop working on HER/OUR rush to go get her lunch. What could I say? ... tell her to get her own god-damn lunch? ... So, I went to get her lunch. The hamburger stand was right across the street but, it was a large boulevard with no light. I had to cross Whittier Boulevard, risking life and limb to get there. Do you know how long it takes to cross the street at 2 pm during rush hour traffic on a big old boulevard waiting for traffic to subside long enough for you to run across the street? It takes a fucking long time!
SO, I get to the Orange Julius. I place her order and wait. This was back in the olden days when you had to actually MAKE the hamburger from scratch. Finally, hamburger made, fries made and now all I had to do was cross the boulevard again. When I got back to the office I handed her her lunch, sat at my desk and started working. Two seconds later she's standing behind me whining ... "there's no cheese on this hamburger". Yes ... this vile creature made me go back to the hamburger stand so they could put the cheese on her frickin' hamburger. By the time all of this was accomplished, it was almost time to go home. But then, just because there was enough time left in the day for one more dose of humiliating degradation, she sent me back again "... to check on her Coke?" ... I'd forgotten her drink. Remember that scene in 9 to 5 when Lily Tomlin thinks she put rat poison in the coffee? Don't think I didn't consider it.
FINALLY, after working in this hell hole for over a year, I found another job. I was hired as a receptionist for ,an electrical contracting firm and they were going to pay me $200 more a month! I was soooo happy I practically skipped to work the next day. When I approached Evie to give her the news, she was typing a letter, and I said ... "Evie, I'm giving you my notice. I've found another job." She stiffened up ... just a little, then got her pad and pen ... and cool as a cucumber began with the questions ... "Where will you be working?" I tell her, she writes this down. "And what will your salary be?" ... I WILL NEVER, EVER FORGET THIS AS LONG AS I LIVE ... when I told her that I would be making $200 more a month, I literally saw her facial expression form into a tight little pinch as her sphincter muscles simultaneously clenched and tightened up causing her to rise about an inch in her chair.
I don't know what ever became of Evie after I left the savings and loan. I did wish all sorts of terrible maladies on her, from explosive diarrhea to having all her hair fall out ... but I got over that. Dell "the Dildo" got fired. They caught him ripping off the company to the tune of T.V. sets and all kinds of other audio visual and technical equipment. He was a horrible, prejudiced man. He once fired an African-American woman for gross insubordination ... trust me ... this lady was never grossly insubordinate.
This was when I learned about real prejudice. Shocking, unfiltered, ignorant prejudice. Once, while filming a training video, Mr. Dildo was playing director. I was to be a teller, and Mary was to be a customer. Mary was African-American. Mr. Dildo goes up to his radio-type booth, and walks us through our paces. Then, he comes down and asks us to do it again because Mary looked to the right during filming and when .... get ready ... when a black person looks from left to right all you can see are the whites of their eyes.
YES. HE SAID IT. JUST LIKE THAT. LIKE IT WAS NOTHING. She looked at me. I looked at her. And we both knew our place. He was the boss. He could say things like that and no one would call him on it, or make him answer for it. EVER. What I experienced at this company in 1975, I could sue them for today. Forty years ago the world was a very different place. You could smoke in restaurants, bosses could grab your ass and make lewd remarks, and there was nothing you could do about it. A boss could fire a black employee just because he could, and women were treated really badly. More amazing than all of this is that Dell and Evie probably have no memory whatsoever of me or Vicky or Carol and the horrible way they treated us and made us feel. And yet the memories I have of them are so potent that I'm writing about them all these years later.
Hebrews 13:2
Show hospitality to strangers, for by this some have entertained angels without knowing it.
I cite this scripture, not because I feel that I am anything near an angel, but to say that as we go through life we leave impressions on people. These two were pretty despicable and used their position and power to make life really hell, not so much for me, but for two women who were single parents and needed their jobs worse than I did. And I would guess that Vicky, Carol, and I didn't even register a blip on the radar of life to Dell and Evie. But that's okay ... because Someone far more important does remember.
And one day, they will answer ... to Him .... I just wish I could be there to see it. 
Weiner, (D- NY) who took a picture of his weiner, but isn't sure if it was HIS weiner, because someone HACKED his phone and it might be his weiner, but then again it might not be his weiner, but it doesn't look familiar because he's not able to determine if the underwear is his or not ... but as for the weiner ... IT'S VERY SIMPLE MR. WEINER!!!! A SIMPLE YES or NO will suffice! WE'LL EVEN TAKE A NO COMMENT ... (And just so you know ... if I took a picture of my weiner I'd remember that) and, like most "regular" people, we don't do things like take pictures of our weiners and accidentally send them to people. Only highly intelligent and important people like you all do shit like that. Because most 'regular' people have this thing called a CONSCIOUS ... and FEAR of getting caught ... you know, stuff like that. UGH.
John Edwards. Indicted on charges that he accepted $925,000 (that's almost $1 million bucks) from two supporters to hide his pregnant baby mama during his 2008 campaign for the presidency while his wife was dying of cancer. He plead "not guilty" and insisted that he "broke no laws". I don't even have words for this one. John, you are so fucken lucky I don't run the world. He insists that he will forever regret his decisions and the harm he's ..... EHHHH SHADDUP!!! 
Arnold to Maid: "I know, why don't you and I make the nasty and I won't wear a rubber or any kind of protection whatsoever because I am the Sperminator and my seed does what I tell it to do and we can do it right here in my house and nobody will find out because I have billions and billions of dollars that will buy the silence of my minions while I FUCK around on my wife of 25 years and destroy the mental/spiritual and emotional health of my four children ... HAHAHHAHAHA.
Arnold ... I have this funny little saying that I wish I could shoot people for being assholes, but only for ten minutes. In your case I'd make an exception. I'd like to shoot you and you just STAY DEAD. OK?
"I did not have sex with that woman ..." Liar, liar PANTS ON FUCKEN FIRE!!
