Switching my phone to the mute setting should really turn my media volume down to zero
Fuck fuckbois
Sorry, long story…
So I’m a tiny 18 y/o girl (my coworkers call me “our little girl”) and I work in this restaurant/bar, and last night (4/15) I was working behind the bar (which means tending to people who sit at the bar and bringing out drinks to the people in the restaurant). Anyway I was working the bar with my best work friend (a delightful 19 y/o gay guy who I’ll call D who has no filter to what comes out of his mouth when talking with me and never fails to compliment me on whatever he notices first, this time it was my braided hair).
So at one point one of the waitresses, J, came up to the bar (the registers are also at the bar, and it’s also where we have to put orders in) and she went on to chat with us for a bit while D made the order she just put through. We were just making small talk, and when D was done I went on the bring the drinks to these three guys, maybe in their early twenties. I was immediately uncomfortable around them, they had that predatory aura around them that some guys have. Anyway they were drinking some pretty heavy stuff, and J had forgotten something so I went back to get it and then one of them said “thanks, sweetheart” and winked. I did not appreciate that, but whatever.
Throughout the night they kept drinking, and both J and I grew more and more uncomfortable around them as they started more and more to make comments on our appearances and stuff. At one point the one that kept calling me “sweetheart” actually tried to feel my biceps after commenting that I must be getting strong arms from carrying all these heavy drinks and stuff. I froze and said something along the lines of “yeah, strong enough to do my work fast” and basically run back to the bar.
It was busy (not unusual for a Saturday, lmao) so I just threw myself back into my work and didn’t think about those guys anymore. Until the next order for their table came through, and J stopped D and me before we went on to make it. Apparently, she had heard them “joking” about how the next time I’d come by they were sure they could feel up my butt. J had given no indication that she had heard them, and when they asked her if she could make sure that “that cute girl” would bring their drinks again she hadn’t replied and just went on her way to us.
Did I mention that I kinda love my coworkers? Anyway in the weekends the owners will come by and sometimes help out when it’s really busy. So one of them was sitting at the bar and overheard J telling this to us and he looked at D and said “D, you wanna go over there and flirt as if (my name)’s life depends on it?” And D just said “fuck yeah” and went on his way. So J had to go on, and I had other orders to make, and the owner was sitting at the bar and watching D and the guys like a hawk and I don’t know what D said, but five minutes later he came back and not too much later I watched the guys leave while the owner told them “not so much fun when it happens to you, is it?”
And that is when I realized I absolutely love my place of work.
Also, please please please don’t prey on helpless servers!!!
I remember.
It's Monday blog day. Today's post is a heartfelt poem by Julio Alexi Genao.
I need this in my life.
It's like my goose nightmare come to life. Run, Mom, run!
How today will go.
I can remember things that happened 10 years ago but forget whether I already used shampoo or not
I'll just be here smiling and maybe crying a little.
Friends invited me over to watch some important basketball game. Or maybe it’s baseball. I’m bring a #Superbowl of this yummy artichoke pasta.
reblog if you remember what it felt like to walk into blockbuster
When everyone else is doing things with their life and you’re just
All of the cutes!!! 😻😻😻
I think we can all stop saying “flat screen TV’s” now. They’re all flat screens.
Day 25
You find inspiration in the strangest places.Today it took the shape of a 40-something year old man who passed through my express lane right before closing. His only item was one of those family sized 132 oz pails of vanilla ice cream that you see at family reunions and bat mitzvahs. In order to dig out his wallet from his pocket, he placed an item on the counter in front of me: a single plastic spoon from our store’s deli area.
My hero.