I don't want be this angry. This anger isn't good for me.
Dane has applied for work at 12 Chipotles; he has wanted to work there for years. He knows everything about the company and eats there on a regular basis. He wants to work! Becky at the Hermosa Beach Chipotle called Dane on Tuesday and offered him what Dane called a “free job”.
I just got off the phone with her and she really did offer him a free job. You can be an “Ambassador” for Chipotle and wear their beloved shirt around town and be the fucking “special person” for Chipotle handing out their swag and telling people about their restaurant, because they are not going to give you a job because you are a little too “special” and they aren't willing to take a chance. FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU CHIPOTLE. MY FUCKING KID CAN RUN CIRCLES AROUND YOUR STAFF! We don't need any more charity! How fucking dare you!
Since Dane decided he wants to work, I’ve been going into these businesses and observing their employees. There are so many incompetent people out there collecting paychecks and NO ONE will give my kid a job because he’s autistic. It’s like when we left school and I thought I’ll just take him to a private school - yet no one would take him because of his autism diagnosis. Well great, we will just collect all the fucking government funding I can squeeze out of a fucking turnip because NO ONE sees my kid as any more than a retard.
See what I mean about the anger? Seething out of me like a lion protecting her cub. I see so much in him and his potential but - maybe my head is up my ass…? Maybe I’m living in the denial? Maybe he isn't capable of slopping fucking cheese and guacamole onto your fucking burrito? Bullshit. A fucking monkey could do it.