(December 23, 2013 at 2:43 pm)Esquilax Wrote: Oh, you don't want to serve me certain items because it's against your beliefs? That's cool, I don't want to spend my money jumping through ridiculous hoops when that other supermarket will- and this might seem crazy- allow me to spend my money purchasing their goods. Acquiescing to entitled bullshit is against my beliefs.I know that if the cashier at one of my local grocery stores tried to tell he would ring my pork through, I'd look at him ( or her) and say " why, because your favorite sky daddy says so?" Then I'd drop everything and walk out.
Just let your money speak for itself, fellows; there are plenty of places that won't prevent you from engaging them in the premise of the business' existence, and funnily enough, I suspect that money means a lot more to the corporate suit-fillers than the religious beliefs of a few entitled employees.
Here is what I do not understand. Why did this person take the job knowing he would handle pork and booze and then make a stink of it publicly. He couldve ask his manager for job doing something else like produce, or perhaps skipped over the job in the first place. But no the asshole has put his employers in a super awkward position. If they move or fire him now he'll probably scream racism or islamaphobia and if don't fire him people will spout off on the boss and never come back.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
