We have a new supervisor for areas of customer service. She seems really nice and friendly, but the other day, she pops up with the following statement:
“I don’t think women should be in a position of power like the president. Women shouldn’t be in places of power, it says so in the Bible.”
She says this right before she runs off to help another co-worker as their supervisor.
I hate when people bring up religion and politics at work. I don’t need to know I’m working with a bunch of religious wackos who can’t even see their own hypocrisy. These things make it hard for me to take them seriously. Since I’ve been working in customer service, I’ve met so many customers that will preach at and condemn other co-workers and myself, who will make me ring up $800 worth of merchandise and then tell me since our store takes Christ out of Christmas1 they refuse to pay and walk out, leaving other team members to put all the items up—I can deal with their stupidity, but it’s hard to deal with it in other coworkers, because I’ve spent so longer surrounding myself with anything but people who understand logic and reason and who are religious but realize there are limitations to that religion that don’t apply to our secular world.
We had a new girl and she was wearing a pentagram on her necklace. A guest cursed her out and told her she was going to hell, screamed at her, caused every eye in the lines to turn to him. These the the kinds of Christians I see, day in and day out. That was actually the last day I saw her, since I don’t cashier as much anymore. I don’t even know if she still works with us.
If I wasn’t an atheist before, this job would have sealed the deal for sure.
1 Which, hilariously enough, we don’t—the majority of our holiday decorations pander to the we’re-Christians-and-the-only-religion-that-matters crowd.
