u/FewInternet6746

"Unalienated labor requires a degree of contiguity that liberalism cannot achieve due to its devaluation of mediating institutions"

I said this (less eloquently) in an oral exam, and my Comparative Politics professor and I didn't have enough time to go into it very much besides me going down a rabbit hole explaining Gramsci's "Workers' Democracy" article.

I want to hear some more Marxist perspectives on mediating institutions. I can't seem to decide if theorists think they will replace the state or be destroyed along with the state.

My first name is Leo. Every quirky motherfucker I work with who is over the age of 45 calls me some fucking elongated version of that because they're in utter disbelief that it's not short for anything. Maybe it was short for something in the 80's, don't know don't care. Usually they call me Leonardo or Leonidas. My one fucking piece of shit racist coworker called me Leonidas before effortlessly sliding into calling me n****nidas [we're both white].

He talks about how he's "gangster". He never sounds whiter than when he's enunciating that word. I've been treated to his discussions of different cock sizes across races, his moral panic over 6-7 coming from "black voodoo gangster bullshit", his intense jealousy of amish people, his ideas about the muslims in our local vape shops being in terrorist sleeper cells (they used extremely common arabic greetings), and his LOVE of Dukes of Hazard.

A woman came in wearing something that exposes her shoulders (mistake already) and she apparently had armpit hair. He was so excited to speculate on what this CUSTOMER's vagina smelled like with the boss.

He also loves to talk about "t*rds" and is obsessed when being mentally disabled overlaps with being asian or mexican, specifically. I'm so fucking done with it. He talks about autism like it's down syndrome, which only matters because he hates people with down syndrome.

I don't reciprocate SHIT. I am super quiet at this job and it visibly frustrates him. He'll be ranting to no one for upwards of half an hour at a time and turning beet red while I haven't said a word. Sometimes I'll chime in with 'that's fuckin' ignorant' or an answer to one of his statistical questions.

The best part is that he thinks I'm getting short with him over shit that happens in the store. Is a side effect of Adderall being so dense that he can't recognize that being a racist bag of dicks makes people want to cut him out? I was genuinely fucked up when I found out he had a kid.

That's my rant. I guess for context he's a chef and I'm a dishwasher but our kitchen is so tiny and I'm prepping from 1-4:30/plating desserts during service so we're basically working together all day. I'm never out of sight or earshot besides eating out back and using the restroom. I try to pop an earbud in but my $10 pair is always malfunctioning and I need to have at least one ear out for dessert orders. I fucking hate this place. I'll leave eventually but tuition needs paid and my backup plan pays peanuts.