It's funny how beautiful people look when they're walking out the door

I was reading this blog entry earlier about sexual harassment, and was legitimately bothered by it. It wasn't the blog itself that disturbed me, however, it was more of the fact that there were so many women who came forward to tell their tales about harassment in the workplace.

It's happened to me, too.

That isn't a revelation, by the way. I knew that I'd been sexually harassed before, but what shocked me was how blase I happened to have been about the situations at the times they occurred.

Exhibit A, for example, which occurred at the coffee shop I used to work at. My boss had this friend of hers bring her rolls and cakes and things from the local grocery store. This friend, an elderly man, got it for free because he worked there, and in exchange for him bringing her these items, received free meals and coffee at the shop.

Part of my job was to go outside of the establishment every day. I had to unload the groceries from his car. He wouldn't help me at all, he would just...stand there. And look at me. And prattle on uselessly about inane subjects that I had zero interest in. Inane prattling soon morphed into "I see you walk here every day, you know..." and one day, he started babbling about Salisbury beach and shit and eventually was like "I'll take you up there, come on, I'll buy you dinner and we can have wine and stuff." I thought he was joking so I just kind of laughed and wandered back inside.

Which was when he gave me his card and told me to call him.

I rejected him flat-out, told him I had a boyfriend, and he got all thin-lipped and stormed out. The next day, when I was bringing him his coffee, he started getting mean. Like, openly calling me a bitch and a whore, and telling me that I ought not to dress the way I do (when I was wearing a Manson t-shirt and jeans, yeah, okay buddy.)

I started smoking more and he bitched every time I smoked. "My so-and-so died of lung cancer, you're going to die too, ruin that face of yours..." yeah whatever. One day I spilled a tiny bit of his coffee over the rim and he started calling me a "Stupid, clumsy bitch" openly in front of my boss, her husband, and the entire restaurant, so I went to my boss's husband and told him how uncomfortable he made me.

His reaction?

He started yelling at me. He told me that I was nothing but a snobby little brat who had no concept of how the real world operates (even though I've been in food service for almost five years now and KNOW HOW TO ACT and have the BEST running history at Friendly's and the most customer praise, FUCK. YOU. ASSCLOWN, I had enough WOW points to go on VACATION!) He said that no, he wasn't going to tell Mr. So-and-so to cut the shit because he does "a whole lot for us", and that I ought to get an attitude adjustment.

Needless to say, I quit soon after. I was getting paid 2.63 an hour under the table to basically run a general store, and wasn't getting any tips at all, maybe $15 a day. (Really, it's a COFFEE SHOP, motherfuckers, with the SAME BLUE COLLAR CUSTOMERS EVERY DAY, who the hell do you THINK is going to tip?!?!) I wasn't about to deal with that fucking creep every day for shit money. I remember how happy Greg was when I quit that place.

But seriously, I still see this degenerate weirdo. He honks and waves at me whenever he sees me walking around and it skeeves me the fuck out.

Anyways, aside from my rambling story, what I have to say about sexual harassment is that it's really surprising how many women are forced to silently deal with it in the workplace. Us waitresses especially. Our money depends on how nice we are and how much we smile, and how many of these socially inadept weirdos are going to take that as an invitation?

It's been happening to me ever since I started waitressing, when I was fourteen years old. I won't share all my stories, I'm sure that no one wants to hear about the fucking creepers that I've dealt with in my lifetime, but it sucks, you know?

What else can we do in that situation? We smile nervously, hiding the panic in our eyes. We thank them for their disturbing compliments. We try to be polite to the best of our ability, because we don't want to jeopardize our jobs. We deal. And it fucking escalates. They wait outside for us, they make it impossible for you to escape.

And they know your name. Because you're wearing a tag.

When I came in for an interview, my boss told me that the latest I'd be working until would be 10:00 PM.

At the time, I thought it to be too good to be true, and, lawl, found out that it IS too good to be true. Allow Kitty to explain?

Tonight was complete hell. It was my second night working, we were understaffed even though there were four waitresses on, and I was SUPPOSED to be training/shadowing still, but lol, I was being ricocheted about the Club like a ping-pong ball all night instead. Bussing shit, running out food for other waitresses, and lol, don't forget about taking tables by myself even though it's my second day and I haven't got the menu memorized yet, and FORGET about knowing the fucking alcohol. And then the cooks were flipping out because they were fucking swamped, and the head chef was screaming at everyone to "learn restaurant etiquette", which means "when I talk, no one else is talking". And sending me out to get fucking SALMON SAUCE IN THE OTHER FUCKING KITCHEN ACROSS THE CLUB/AWAY FROM THE DINING ROOM when I have OPEN TABLES, and when aforementioned tables are waiting on dessert, which I can't make/bring out myself, because everyone's yelling at me to pick up their fucking slack! LOL. Oh, and yes, it's somehow MY FAULT when my table complains about not getting their ice cream yet, EVEN THOUGH I'VE BEEN RUNNING ODD JOBS FOR THE ENTIRE FUCKING STAFF ALL NIGHT. Lol what, Ashe has a table? Nah, she's new, she don't have to pay them the attention they need, she has to do OUR shit too! ^_^

So this girl's table starts getting pissed because lol, they've been waiting two hours for their food, and the male entity of the party, a rather large, muscular male with a booming voice, decides to storm into the kitchen to yell at the chef. I was under the impression that he was drunk as well, because he was, lol, complaining loudly to all the other tables around him and swearing in front of small children.

I have to include the "lols" because it really is very funny now.

Anyways.

These people make an extravagant show of leaving, and then the last table in the restaurant decides to chill for an hour and a half past closing time, chatting it up with my GM about completely useless things. And they definitely were bombed, because I cleared off like four scotch glasses and a couple wine bottles.

So then we hauled ass to close the place, and here I am, with a prime cheeseburger that's positively bleeding into the bun as a reward for my hard work. If you excuse me, I'm going to lay into that shit.

Sidenote--I really do love my job and all the people I work with :D Sometimes you have to vent.

*MUNCH* XD

So yesterday was the most epic night at Friendly's that I've had in a very long time.

Allow me to begin that I worked an open to close shift...that's like, fifteen hours of waitressing. It was fun though, because I got pretty silly come nine o'clock. Went outside to smoke a cigarette, right, and I looked at the Shaw's Plaza sign? Yeah. I thought "Dry Cleaning and Tailors" said "Dry Cleaning and Tacos" so I'm out there giggling in the parking lot, cig in hand, with customers looking at me funny.

These two girls came in around 9 and I'm not gonna lie, I was flirting with them, quite shamelessly. They were flirting back though, so it's okay. XD I got Nicole like a $10 tip because of my escapades. Lol.

Ummm. Megan took off her shoes so I put them on, and took mine off. Ran out back in the dishroom, and when I came back, Lisa had tossed out my shoes. Mean bitch! >:O Just because I've had them for four years and they have huge holes and I can make them talk by moving my foot and refused to part with them....aww. =[

Um...let's see, me, Nicole, Lisa, and Darryl in the dishroom booty dancing to "Baby Got Back"

Cleaning Fountain and singing Alanis Morisette at the top of our lungs.

Lol xDDD

Nights like last night make me realize how much I love my job, they really do. I bitch about Friendly's a lot, but...come on xD

Well, I have today off, thank God. I'm sitting here drinking coffee in my X-files t-shirt that zhalin got for me listening to "Shake Ya Ass..."

Well I made rent money in the 12 some odd (? I don't even know anymore) hours that I worked tonight, however, WORST NIGHT EVER.

Just...just...fail. Don't even want to elaborate. WORST FUCKING NIGHT EVER. Excuse me while I, oh, I don't know, hang myself by my thumbs or splice myself open...something of the like. I hate drama. Hate it hate it fucking hate it. If people don't get THEIR way fucking immediately they go crying to higher corporate powers and expect you not to retaliate offensively...DON'T GIVE ME ATTITUDE if you want me to do something for you. And don't fucking THREATEN me with "protocol" if you don't expect me to throw it back in your face, hypocrite. Wow. -_-;

So tomorrow I'm going to St. Vincent's to look for shit for my photoshoot. To inject personality into it, I'm gonna dress up like a Noir film actress from the 1940s, 'cos I'm an actress and all that. Thank you very much Ms. Berman for entrancing me with these women, I think it's possible for me to emulate their style. I hope so, anyways.

Peggy Cummings:


And Joan Crawford, who starred in Mildred Pierce, a great Noir film.

Tomorrow commences the great weekend of romance. I have three days off...such is a vacation to me.
@_@

I just want it to be Friday. Greg and I both have it off and I don't have to go anywhere near that godforsaken restaurant for twenty-four hours. Know what we're going to do? Bang. That's right. All day. All over the house. And take breaks to indulge in the big bowl of sugar-dusted raspberries, blackberries, and strawberries that I plan on buying on Thursday. And angel food cake. Uh huh.

Yup, I'm not kidding. Ya'all can judge us if you want. We are literally devoting a whole afternoon to carnal pleasure and romantic intimacy, and I can't wait for it. Been so stressed lately with work, and with certain people choosing to run their mouths about shit. I'm tired of drama, this isn't high school anymore. So done with that bullshit. I have no qualms with writing off the people involved, either, as they clearly are eager to do the same for me. I kind of wish there was a way to salvage the friendships, but that obviously isn't happening, so fuck 'em.

I'm moving out soon, for *real* this time. I found a place that's where this girl I work with lives, and it's only $130 a week. Of course it's a shitty one bedroom apartment and the whole building shares a bathroom, but whatever, it'll be my own place and will help me get into the habit of saving my money. I'm meeting with the landlord on Thursday hopefully so I can start paying off my security deposit. Yeah.

Anyone wanna buy me a laptop? :-/

Errr yeah. I better get to bed. We didn't leave the store until 1AM because Chris wanted to pull a perfect close. I hate cleaning dividers...

You do not.

DO NOT.

Berate me for sleeping late into the afternoon when I work night shifts at Friendly's. Not all of us have a set schedule every day like how you do, and must wake at 5AM every morning.

"Meeeeigh, you've been SLEEPING? It's kind of LATE, don't you think?"

No, you ASS!

-.-;

And when I say the only day I *can't* work this week is today...I MEAN THAT THE ONLY FUCKING DAY THAT I CAN'T WORK IS TODAY.

Don't call me and ask me to come in at 2:30!!! -____-

I'll go into detail as to why I hate Ophelia later. I'm sure that sas26, zhalin, and jenkc already know, but according to my last LJ post, not everyone does. *blink* How shocking, I thought I ranted about that enough.

Written note I recieved from two extremely hot, hippie/indie-looking chicks who I waitressed tonight:


YOU ARE SWEETER THAN MY ICE CREAM!!!

:)

Thanks so much!

Come visit us at
Women of Wisdom
(118 Washington St. blah blah)

Love,
Heather+K.C


And with that?

Ten dollar tip on like a thirteen dollar bill.

Fucking bam.

Also got four $7 tips from four different tables, and one table told the manager that I improved their impression of Friendly's. Also added that I am a very "professional" waitress, and that I was the best server they'd had in awhile xD

In other news, Ashe had a great night at work, racked in $60 on a MONDAY NIGHT when she probably had 20 tables tops it was so slow, and only worked 5-11 with absolutely NO people coming in between about 9:45-11.

Ladies and gentlemen, I'm back in the biz. Scoooore xDDDD

I was in a really good mood earlier. I swear I was. I went to Providence with my girls, bought a copy of The Bouncer, a really nice t-shirt from The Crow and the aforementioned movie soundtrack.

But now, I'm just fucking angry because we went to Friendly's for our schedule, and I got a nasty surprise.

I always work Monday mornings. Always. For some reason I'm not this week. Lisa has the shift that I ALWAYS fucking have, randomly, so I opted to take this other girl's shift so I can, you know, have money.

And my boss won't let me.

Lisa came into the car and was like "Oh BTW, Israel said you can't work on Monday."

WHAT THE FUCKING HELL.

He lets everyone else in the store get away with fucking MURDER, and the second I want to take someone else's shift, on a day that I'm ALWAYS supposed to be working, mind, I can't?

I'm so angry right now, I'm literally shaking. What the HELL is THAT? Two years I've worked for this corporation-on and off, but nonethefuckingless-and I get THIS bullshit? God damn it, I'm one of the strongest waitresses he fucking HAS. Not in the same league as Lisa or Cale, but STILL. And he won't even tell me why I can't do it, either.

Fuck. This. I hope to fucking CHRIST that my father can get me into his company, then at least I'll have a car.

Angry Woman: MISS?
Me: ...yeah?
Woman: My husband just went to change our son and was VERY displeased to see that there is no baby changing station in the men's room. What if a single father wanted to change his child's diaper? I think that's kind of sexist.
Me: Ma'am, I'm sure none of us would have any qualms with his going into the ladies' room to use the change station, if that were the case.
Woman: Looking at me, scowling and speaking in a matter-of-fact tone But that's the WOMAN'S room.
Me: Well gee, ma'am. I think that's kind of sexist.
If looks could kill, I'd be one dead Ms. Romeo

The end.

I don't want to work another 11 hour shift...

I had such a shit day.

The first distaster involved a party of seven who INSISTED upon taking up two of my big tables (I had THREE in my section) instead of choosing one with a divider, where they could have all easily fit into.

I figured, whatever, that's a ten dollar tip.

Little did I know that these people were RIDICULOUSLY high-maitenence. The children did NOT exercise manners at all and literally YELLED at me to bring them strawberry fribbles. So, I go to do it and the father runs up to me-WHILE I'M IN THE FUCKING SERVICE AISLE-to tell me that the little girl changed her mind and that she wants chocolate instead.

Fine.

So I bring them their fribbles and drinks and crap, no issues. Not FIVE MINUTES LATER, the father runs up to me-AGAIN-and tells me that the little girl wants a VANILLA fribble now. I told him that he was going to have to pay for it...he didn't say anything but he gave me a really dirty look.

Meal goes great, no issues, and then it was dessert time. I took their orders...the wife said she wanted a "kid's size"-and I am QUOTING, thank you-"dish of chocolate chip with a few sprinkles". The little girl wasn't allowed to have icecream because she wasn't going to finish her food. I asked them SEVERAL TIMES if they were sure about that and if they wanted me to bring it out later on after she had a few more bites. They said no. They were fucking ADAMANT. So I brought their ice creams and their bill.

A few minutes later, my manager runs up to me claiming that the wife-WHO ORDERED A FUCKING KIDS SIZE ICE CREAM-was complaining that she didn't get enough. Also, that I "neglected" to bring out the little girl her monster mash sundae-a monster mash that they NEVER FUCKING ORDERED.

So Krystal took off all the desserts and all the drinks, and they STILL bitched. So she discounted the meal %15. The total before all that was $54. After she discounted everything it was around $47.

Know what they left me?

Three fucking dollars.

The second disaster was some white trash mother and her obnoxious children. The kids had to be all 7 or 8 years old, and they all got adult meals and 3-scoop ice creams. This bitch PAID ME IN FUCKING ONES-indicating that SHE'S probably a waitress, that or a stripper-and left me TWO DOLLARS on a $42 check.

Oh MAN was I ripshit.

I made $40 on a 10-5 shift, and like, that's not BAD-but considering that I had a party of seven and a party of five, I should have made at LEAST $20 more. At LEAST.

Guh.

I really shouldn't bitch though. My poor boyfriend worked 92 hours last week, and he does like...manual labour. I hung out with him yesterday, but only for an hour because he was so utterly exhausted. He tried stretching while walking down the street and I heard like four things crack when he did it. There are AWFUL bags under his eyes, too, and he's just really haggard-looking and clearly rest-deprived. >.< My poor baby. =[ I think what I'll do is surprise him at his house with my massage oils...he told me that my massages actually like HELP him.

Well, I've had a long night of hanging out at Andy's new crib and beat boxing for no reason, so I think I'm gonna have a sleep. Noite.

Oh. Watch this. It induces nostalgia.

Today was amazing at friendly's.

We got slammed out of our tree for lunch because it's early thursday for the schools, but I did fine. I had the BEST luck. Every table I had tipped at least %15, and this table of high school guys left me like $10. Scha-weet.

But.

The fryer overheated in the MIDDLE of the rush, so we had to start turning people away and shit. Thus, we were dead, and by dead I mean not a SOUL in the goddamn restaurant, from 1PM-4 fucking 30.

EVERY SINGLE Friendly's employee was sitting in 36, trash talking.

Chris microwaved a mozzarella stick and ate it.

Andy and Cale cuddled for no reason.

Cale made loud generalizations about the size of my breasts, and how they kept busting from my polo.

Funny shit.

Greg stopped by and I made him a fribble. In the process of doing so, I spilled half of it all over the silverware and had to make a new one, which he only sipped at and ended up storing it within a table tent because he didn't like using a kid's straw. We ran out of adult ones. Picky bastard xD

Soooo zhalin came and fetched us and we went on mad adventures.

I got my nipples pierced.

FUNNY shit. Lisa, Andy, Sara, AND Jane all stood in the room and watched it get done. Apparently, my boobs are the biggest the guy's ever pierced. But, he thinks I'm a retard xDD YAAAAY.

They look SOOOOO cute xDD I love them. I thought it would hurt SOOOO much to clean them, but it didn't, not at all. They bled a teeny tiny bit, but that's normal I think.

Well, off to varnish the SWEET Sleeping Beauty kicks that zhalin MADE for my b-day, and have a sleep. Noite!

Another great day. Almost $70 on a 9-3 shift. Of course I got $10 from these dudes who were ogling my knockers but so what, that's what you do when you waitress xD


That's all. Just gloating xD

Guess who's working at Friendly's again.

Chyeah. xD

First point of business:



I'm only gloating because this was my first-ever win at final_whisper. xD *is happy in the nerd pants*

What do you guys say you go and join redcarpet_grave, huh? Pretty please, with porn on top? See, there's proof that I make good icons sometimes!

Anyways...a Vietnamese woman who is probably about 4'11" running around her restaurant screaming "Fuck off, I American woman now!" at teasing customers was PROBABLY the funniest thing I've ever seen in my life.

She also coerced me into working for her five days a week. I'm not arguing but like, it's weird because I'm friends with her sons. xD; Today while I was cleaning shit she was like "You over my house last night? I see you with Greg! Tony didn't put Ellen to bed on time--"

Yeah, I was all embarrased and crap xD But the woman's an amazing cook.

I hate my hair. *frowns* Should have never dyed that red out, it just looks retarded now. What colour should I change it to now?

I made $116 in five hours.

This means I'm getting way too good at waitressing.

I really need to go to fucking school.

The OWNER of Friendly's is coming in tomorrow.

Not the DM. The fucking owner.

And guess who's serving at 9 o'clock tomorrow morning, when the bloke is going to be showing up??

FUCK!!!

*bursts into hysterical tears*

I'm...I'm...I'm gonna lose my job....

I am a fucking BOMB waitress.

I served for four and a half hours tonight and I made $60. YEAH BITCHES. Of course every time I had an icecream order I panicked but Gabe helped me out lots ^^.

Kristin and Andy helped me roll silverware too, which was so awesome because my mom was flipping out. It was 'cause I was supposed to be off at 8:30 and it was getting to be 9:45, lol. Not that my mother has ANY concept of doing work or having a job...but there you have it.

Lisa's coming over in forty five minutes. With food. *shindemo boogie woogies*

Nonetheless, I surpassed my expectations of making $45, by FAR. Oh man I want to do dinner more often. I've never SEEN so many $10 tips in my life...to the breakfast waitress who gets excited at $5...getting tipped properly is like passionate sex.

Ahm. Well. I'm gonna be hardcore street punk for 80's day tomorrow. Expect your FL to be spammed with pictures ^^.