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Oh, geez.
That's really how I can most appropriately begin describing this new job. 'Oh. Geez'.
I expected hard work, I like hard work. I'm fine with that part. I expected rude customers. That's all right too, I've worked in food business before. The two major complaints I have with waitressing in a small town is that I'm working 40 hours a week and I'm bringing home 100 dollars... And the second being I work with too many younger women that think they're the high queen waitress.
One tells me I look awful any time my hair starts to frizz. One refuses to even acknowledge me when I speak to her. Another is only nice to me when her 'frizz complaint' friend isn't around... Geez. I feel so abused by the end of the day and I'm hardly able to pay for gas money to even get to the job.
The managers are nice. I love the managers. There's one in particular that dotes on me whenever we cross paths, he's so sweet.
Ugh. But I mean... I've worked a job before where it was ALL men my age, the only problem there was that I kept getting propositioned every time I went to a quiet area of the restaurant. I think I prefer that to, 'D*** girl! You look like crap!"
Yeah.
I needed to rant. Sigh. In a couple hours I have to go back to the grind stone.
That's really how I can most appropriately begin describing this new job. 'Oh. Geez'.
I expected hard work, I like hard work. I'm fine with that part. I expected rude customers. That's all right too, I've worked in food business before. The two major complaints I have with waitressing in a small town is that I'm working 40 hours a week and I'm bringing home 100 dollars... And the second being I work with too many younger women that think they're the high queen waitress.
One tells me I look awful any time my hair starts to frizz. One refuses to even acknowledge me when I speak to her. Another is only nice to me when her 'frizz complaint' friend isn't around... Geez. I feel so abused by the end of the day and I'm hardly able to pay for gas money to even get to the job.
The managers are nice. I love the managers. There's one in particular that dotes on me whenever we cross paths, he's so sweet.
Ugh. But I mean... I've worked a job before where it was ALL men my age, the only problem there was that I kept getting propositioned every time I went to a quiet area of the restaurant. I think I prefer that to, 'D*** girl! You look like crap!"
Yeah.
I needed to rant. Sigh. In a couple hours I have to go back to the grind stone.