Georgette, girlfriend, I am once again struggling to keep up with the magnitude of the issues you are tackling. You started with immigration. Then moved into workplace equality. Then somehow ended up in a late night confrontation with an elderly Italian janitor. A truly remarkable journey. The best part was the dramatic showdown. There he was, worried about a female colleague working alone. There you were, standing in the stairwell after a hard night of mop pumping, locking eyes with him like it was the final scene of a junkyard quality action movie. “What the Fxck do you think I identify as?!” Powerful! I assume he immediately dropped his mop, saluted, and ran off in complete terror. Honestly, darl, I think you are aiming too low. Forget immigration. Forget politics. Forget equality. You should be focusing on the real issue. Why are you the only person brave enough to patrol hospital corridors at 3am while conducting social research, statistical analysis, diary maintenance, toothpaste audits, and floor sanitation all at the same time? That is the story nobody is talking about. And please be careful. If a Karen, the Italian bloke, a ladyboy, a monkey, three sweaty farangs in Chang singlets, and a crowd of marijuana hurling socialists ever join forces, I am not sure even your communication device will save you. Stay safe, sister.
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