Transporter Room 3

One day at work, I found out a work friend actually believed the whole “crystal energy” thing.

Since she was the first person I had ever met who actually admitted to that, I wanted to know more about what her specific beliefs about them were.

At first she was super bubbly about it, on par with her personality. But then as I asked a couple common sense questions about why science doesnt find anything measurable, and first she got hostile and mad that I would dare question another person’s beliefs, but when I explained I was genuinely curious and had no interest in changing her beliefs she just kind of broke down because nobody ever takes her seriously or believes her about her “personal healing journey”

The way I see it, it’s for adults who like pretty rocks, but can’t come to terms with the fact that they like something “childish” (because for some reason a lot of adults call a rock collection cringe or childish or dumb, but clearly they’ve never met a geologist) so instead of having a pretty rock and mineral collection, they have “healing crystals”, and eventually it just becomes kind of like part of their identity the way a religion is.

I will however, 100% giggle at their expense with my wife, later. Because anyone who buys $50 polished selenite drink coaster “charging plate”, and a $200 brass pyramid to “recharge” their $50 “healing quartz wand” while refusing to listen to real science deserves to be giggled at.

I love pointing out problematic behavior in cop shows.

Those DAMN DEFENDANTS claiming they didn’t do it when the good cops JUST KNOW they’re guilty. The DAMN JUDGES always wanting EVIDENCE instead of just taking the cops at their word the alleged criminal dumped the drugs in the river.

How DARE they insist cops DO THEIR JOB. what’s next, asking them to PUT THEIR LIVES AT RISK?

Usually it’s more subtle like “they’re complaining about being asked to do their jobs correctly, and these are the people we’re supposed to be cheering for?” or “they fabricated evidence of one crime because they dropped the ball with another crime, and they’re the good guys? If you say so…”

Some people might say I’m ruining a show, but come on… The show was already ruined. I’m just adjusting the picture so your rose tinted glasses get the right colors.

I didn’t stop to greet some customers as I walked in with a cane for the third week in a row due to nerve damage.

I wasn’t on the clock, we didn’t have a uniform, no name tag, nobody would even know I work there until I put my shit on after I clock in.

By that time I had made it a habit of recording every interaction with management, so I just pulled out my phone, hit the record button, and asked “so to be clear, are you officially reprimanding me for NOT doing work off the clock?” and that immediately shut him up.

Managers get awfully pensive when they have recording devices capturing them.