Working

Today I woke up at 1pm. Not much different than other days, but I actually wanted to hurry up and write a new post about something. I have to work at 4 and I'm trying to get my tan on before then, so I'll try and make this short, sweet and somewhat to the point.

Working in a restaurant has been my occupation since my senior year in high school. I started out with breakfast at the International House of Pancakes, making $30 a shift. Kids eat free everyday and frequent elderly tips of a few crumpled dollars and a Werther's Original did not satisfy my wallet's capacity and I ended up quitting a few months later. I loved working there though, the coolest owners and all different types of people I met soon became friends. I often go back to visit hoping I'll get one of my old co-workers as a server.

After I put in my two weeks with the pancake business, I went a little more risque and worked at an Irish Pub in the middle of a populated business area working for someone who didn't know how to handle the responsibility of appropriately running a business. Not only did I have to wear high heels, a skimpy mini skirt and a plunging top, I had forty-year-old men giving me the creeps, and the bedroom eyes way too often for my likings. Yea it was good money, but having to cater to these deprived, overworked married men and smelling like the homemade vinegar chips we made for every table was just a combination I could do without; throw in a manager/owner who frequently was wasted and cursing us out like the sergeant from Forrest Gump and the illegal mandatory tipping out on the discounts and coupons they advertised, sent me over the edge! One of the last nights I worked, I was at the tea station making fresh sweet tea while talking to a co-worker and was approached by the owner. She said some rude words to me and told me that we were not supposed to be talking while working and grabbed, yes wrapped her boney old hand around my bicep and put me in the corner of the restaurant between a germ infested ATM machine and an old antique barrel and told me not to move or say a word. In case you overlooked the big picture, SHE PUT ME IN THE CORNER! At eighteen years of age and living on my own supporting myself, NOBODY puts baby in corner! I couldn't help but laugh at her and quit. Since then, nothing good has been said about her or her lousy business.

Finally, while living with a boyfriend and his family, they mentioned a great little bar and grille opening up down the street, I NEEDED that job. I made a resume, put my big girl panties on, and went in there, but for some reason felt incredibly nervous. After a few wrong answers on my pop-verbal- liquor and beer quiz, the owners gave me the benefit of the doubt and I've been employed there for almost two years! I absolutely love my job. The drama is there, the old creepy men are there, but the owners are so professional when it comes to handling things like that and I really appreciate being able to work around people I like. I get to wear cute jersey style shirts and jeans or shorts and tennis shoes, I make enough to support myself, pay my bills and provide things for my siblings and it's honestly the best job so far! I've had some crazy times and been exposed to people only WalMart at 3am has seen. That's a different subject that I'd love to get into detail about, but I'm going to be late to work! Once again, I don't know where anything is right now and I'm going to have to scramble everything in a wad and head out!

Until tomorrow!
-ScatterBrained