Jesus Shoes

It’s a good thing I don’t need/want an abortion in this state. Thanks to old white men that make the laws so that women have no rights to make a choice.

It’s a good thing I’m not homosexual in this state. Thanks to old white men pushing the “moral code” in this state.

It’s a good thing I have a state job with excellent benefits, not thanks to old white men in this state. Since part of my coverage is for “reproductive medicine” and I shit you not, “God forbid you have to use it to get pregnant”. The rolling theme out here is, “if you’re meant to have a child you will, if not, you won’t”. For the old white men in this state “trying” means having sex in the only approved position of missionary and only when necessary to procreate. To have my PCOS covered, I have to fight with the insurance, usually weekly, saying it’s treatment for PCOS not fertility drugs. Even though, technically, they ARE fertility drugs, they are being used for me, to treat PCOS.

And even with all of this political crap going on telling people here how to live their lives and what is and isn't “okay”, the final straw for me, was the old white man in the elevator.

This is going to sound dumb. With all the major issues listed above… but for me… it was IT! The crazy part was, it wasn't even ME.

Coworker, walks into elevator, with an old white man with cowboy boots on (approved wear out here), along with two secretaries.

Old White Man: I didn’t know it was okay to wear Jesus shoes to work at the capital.

Co-worker: excuse me?

Old White Man: Your shoes! I was unaware that it was acceptable to wear those types of shoes at the capital when you work here.

Co-worker: Well, they match.

Old White Man: You know, I thought if you worked here it was understood that you should dress professionally. Where do you work that it’s okay for you to dress this way?

Co-worker: The ***** department…

Old White Man: Well then, I’ll have to talk to ***** Commissioner about that…very unacceptable, I’m sure he is unaware.

Co-worker: okay… (jumps off elevator)

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!?!?!?!?

My immediate response was, “well, if they’re good enough for Jesus then who are you to criticize” and “who the fuck do you think you are”

But this all shows my total lack of professionalism and i-couldn't-give-a-fuck attitude. It’s been plaguing me all morning. I want to find this old man and find out who the fuck he thinks he is to tell an older woman wearing very cute, professional-ish sandals to work (which is part of the APPROVED DRESS CODE OF 

THE ENTIRE FUCKING CAPITAL, NOT JUST OUR DEPARTMENT) what she should and shouldn't be wearing.

You want more professional looking employees.

PAY THEM MORE THAN THEY CAN MAKE WORKING AT MC DONALDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I’m on the lookout for this ass clown, can’t WAIT to give him a piece of my mind. My co-worker may cower to men like him but I find “men” like him disgusting.

Rant over, for now.