The love that I was giving you was never a doubt.
So there was this crazy bitch lady at work last night, and I somehow offended her, and she completely refused my repeated efforts to make things right with her. People like that drive me crazy. I won't serve her again. Like, at all. I don't know if she was drunk or not. She was a bitch. I realized pretty quick that she was just one of those people who there was no way I was going to be able to please, and that her problem with me was her problem, not mine. But I couldn't just leave it alone. I had to keep appologizing. Keep trying to please her. It really annoyed me. It didn't upset me, or make me feel like I was going to cry, which is good. Normally that sort of thing would. But I guess I knew that her being a bitch wasn't my fault from the beginning. The thing that got under my skin about it though, was that it made me feel like I'm not good at my job. And that's bullshit. I rock the bar. I don't call myself Amy the Greatest for nothing. The only thing in the world I'm better at than bartending is denial.
I don't care how good you tip me, if you don't treat me like a human being, you can get the fuck out. It's not worth the stress.
Kevin stood up for me. To her. That was a pleasant surprise. It made me feel better. "Jesus Christ. I wish I could just call her a cunt."
My affection for him is as relentless as ever, but what brought the smile to my face last night is that he let me give him a ride home. I don't know why that makes me happy, but it does. The standing up for me was just him being a good manager. Once we were off the clock, it was letting me be his friend. And I can live with that.
I think Keith tried to talk to me yesterday. I hope things with him are well. The fact that he's coming into work means they can't be too bad. But I don't want to hear about it, or know any details. He asked me how I was and I said, "not too bad" and that was that. If he thought he was getting an empty shell before, now he's getting a handful of sand that slips through his fingers. My walls are up to him.
But you never talk to me... You don't like me!
It's a... self preservation thing... you see.
Haha, Keeper thinks she's subtle.
I don't care how good you tip me, if you don't treat me like a human being, you can get the fuck out. It's not worth the stress.
Kevin stood up for me. To her. That was a pleasant surprise. It made me feel better. "Jesus Christ. I wish I could just call her a cunt."
My affection for him is as relentless as ever, but what brought the smile to my face last night is that he let me give him a ride home. I don't know why that makes me happy, but it does. The standing up for me was just him being a good manager. Once we were off the clock, it was letting me be his friend. And I can live with that.
I think Keith tried to talk to me yesterday. I hope things with him are well. The fact that he's coming into work means they can't be too bad. But I don't want to hear about it, or know any details. He asked me how I was and I said, "not too bad" and that was that. If he thought he was getting an empty shell before, now he's getting a handful of sand that slips through his fingers. My walls are up to him.
But you never talk to me... You don't like me!
It's a... self preservation thing... you see.
Haha, Keeper thinks she's subtle.