Oct 22, 2011 08:08
Yesterday I was scheduled out front. I was really excited because I don't get to work out front very often, and it was my day off, I was doing them a favour.
As soon as Brad came in the door, he switched me back to the kitchen.
I wasn't behind in my work.
The kitchen wasn't behind.
My uniform was clean and brand new.
My hair was done up appropriately.
So what is it?
And it's not the first time either. If I go out and help run things when we are busy, he will tell me to trade off with someone and while I could before justify 'well maybe they need me back there on line or something' today, I can't justify it. I was supposed to be at home, in bed, curled up with some good fanfic.
It has to be personal.
If it's not my skills, or my uniform, then I can only conclude it's the one thing that makes me different to everyone else. I'm heavy. Yes, I am starting to think that is what's going on. No I didn't say it outright to Natalie, I just danced around the subject, but what else could it be at this point? I am damn good at my job, so it is not that. And that is all that should matter.
sadness,
work,
life