My Fight

My whole life I have been one to avoid confrontation, however, last night at work I did a piss poor job of doing so. I don’t know what has been wrong with me, but for the past few months I can’t get anything going. I mope round in a depressed state, hoping for things to get better, however, things seem to either stay the same or get gradually worst. I’m starting to believe it is because I take life too seriously.

It could have been only sleeping two hours the night before… It could have been the stress from the past week dealing with midterms… it could have been that I was the only server at a big restaurant for the opening hour… the fact that I was being double sat throughout the whole evening… it could have been the stress of a failing relationship and/or it could have been because I am an ass hole. But today I blew up at another server when it was uncalled for. I normally consider myself the 007 of servers, cool and calm, never showing emotion, however, yesterday a young server just got to me. He kept aggregating me the whole night about stupid shit, on top of showing up an hour and a half late resulting in me having to take care of the whole restaurant by myself, having been the opener and all.

First incident (that pisses me off): John shows up over an hour late causing me to hustle two times as hard (which I don’t mind).

Second incident:

He: Yo, man, whatz cracken dog.
Me: Nothing, I’m just working.
He: Hey, man I got hair late… u mind if I might work a little later, you go home early, maybe I can make a little extra money, or something something….
Me: I’m actually going to be the first one to go home, because I was the first one here… I can’t stay, because I will go over five hours, I’m sorry.
He: Yo, man you suck… I see how it is... Playing a brother like that… fuck that man…

I guess this is how it started:

Normally, I tend to be much more playful. John is one of these guys who is black, but only on the inside. Although I understand that it is politically incorrect to state what I just did; it is the simplest way of put things. He is a white boy who loves so speak ebonics. And although I don’t have a problem with that, half of the time I have trouble understanding him. “Yo, check out dem Pigeon headed hoz.” I still don’t know what that means. It is easier for me to understand the girl from Saudi Arabia then it is to understand John.

Third incident: Yo man guess what man u beenen graded right now… and your going to fail… because you suck.

Four incident: Hey I just finished talking to George. Your fail… he told me your too slow dog… Your like a fucking snail.

Fifth incident: Man they are going to fire your ass, because you been a shitty server.

Sixth incident: …

Seventh incident: …

After the seventh incident: John… shut the fuck up. I had lost my cool…

John: Dude just because your big you think you can push me around… Man I can fight, I I might be small, but I can kick your ass.

I never got this… I somehow became the antagonist in this whole thing… the other servers were looking at me as if I was a bully when all I wanted was him to quit with his childish, BULL SHIT.

Me: if you want we can step outside.

And with that comment I realized I was no different from Anthony from the previous week. Who was I to judge him… who was I to tell him it wasn’t worth it… when for a split second I too had lost my cool.

Although I had no intensions of fighting… I continued to get bothered by John… Man you ready to step outside… I’m ready… However, I just ignored him.

Later that evening, when my shift had ended I sat down at a table with Anthony.
Me: So are you going to watch that Patriots game tomorrow.
Him: you bet I am…

And with that we talked about football.