I have breasts! Give me money!
So today was the second day running (and tomorrow likely to be the third,) that I've come in for an afternoon shift and found that no one has opened for the morning shift and we've lost hella sales for the long weekend and bleh but not my problem aside from HQ is closed for the long weekend, I need a CODE to even DIAL the number for the head of Human Resources to report my co-workers and my new manager has yet to give me a contact number for her cell or whatever.
Major problems aside, I have a minor problem.
See, I need to do laundry and my Dad's been getting a little too relaxed and cheerful lately, so in the spirit of digging in the back of my dresser drawers and keeping Pops on his toes, I wore this low-cut, white, thin stretch-cotton little number along with the world's tightest pair of jeans, which I actually hate for being so tight and the zipper has this annoying tendancy to come undone resulting in subtle fly-checks every ten minutes, but again--laundry.
I kept having to yank it down to cover my pooch and then yank it up a little to cover my girls (I'm not THAT much of an exhibitionist--and to be fair, I could be wearing all of a turtleneck and I'd practically still have cleavage showing.) I wore a tank-top underneath to preserve some decency, but still, altogether it was uncomfortably clingy and ride-up-y.
In any case, I wasn't surprised, per se, to see certain dudes taking ten times as long to sugar up their coffee and finding stupid reasons to come back to my kiosk and chat/look out the corner of their eyes ("I need more sugar." "I'll bet you do.") Plus we've been getting a lot of South American tour groups through lately and anyone who's taken any high school Spanish classes will know how cultures south of the equator there tend to appreciate a curvy lass. (Although it's not just them--was walking past the Parliament buildings on Tuesday and was ten feet down the sidewalk past a group of Asian men before I realized they'd been making kissing noises at me. Huh. Let me know if that ever ends up working for anyone.)
I was surprised, however, that it didn't lead to better tips. Considering how we had normal traffic for Saturday, I'd say tips were actually DOWN a little, from the average. (Then again, I'm used to working morning shifts on Saturdays, not evenings. Morning tips are understandably more, I think, because people in the morning love love loves their caffeinated beverages.)
But a note to you guys who looked (I know who you were,) -- FEEL FREE TO GAWK, I CAN HARDLY HIDE THEM, BUT FOR PETE'S SAKE, TIP ACCORDINGLY. I WON'T ASK WHY. YES, I'M A LITTLE ASHAMED, BUT WHAT CAN I DO? I NEED YOU TO GIVE ME QUARTERS SO I CAN DO MY LAUNDRY AND HAVE CLEAN SHIRTS WITH HIGHER NECKLINES! IT'S A VICIOUS CYCLE!
Major problems aside, I have a minor problem.
See, I need to do laundry and my Dad's been getting a little too relaxed and cheerful lately, so in the spirit of digging in the back of my dresser drawers and keeping Pops on his toes, I wore this low-cut, white, thin stretch-cotton little number along with the world's tightest pair of jeans, which I actually hate for being so tight and the zipper has this annoying tendancy to come undone resulting in subtle fly-checks every ten minutes, but again--laundry.
I kept having to yank it down to cover my pooch and then yank it up a little to cover my girls (I'm not THAT much of an exhibitionist--and to be fair, I could be wearing all of a turtleneck and I'd practically still have cleavage showing.) I wore a tank-top underneath to preserve some decency, but still, altogether it was uncomfortably clingy and ride-up-y.
In any case, I wasn't surprised, per se, to see certain dudes taking ten times as long to sugar up their coffee and finding stupid reasons to come back to my kiosk and chat/look out the corner of their eyes ("I need more sugar." "I'll bet you do.") Plus we've been getting a lot of South American tour groups through lately and anyone who's taken any high school Spanish classes will know how cultures south of the equator there tend to appreciate a curvy lass. (Although it's not just them--was walking past the Parliament buildings on Tuesday and was ten feet down the sidewalk past a group of Asian men before I realized they'd been making kissing noises at me. Huh. Let me know if that ever ends up working for anyone.)
I was surprised, however, that it didn't lead to better tips. Considering how we had normal traffic for Saturday, I'd say tips were actually DOWN a little, from the average. (Then again, I'm used to working morning shifts on Saturdays, not evenings. Morning tips are understandably more, I think, because people in the morning love love loves their caffeinated beverages.)
But a note to you guys who looked (I know who you were,) -- FEEL FREE TO GAWK, I CAN HARDLY HIDE THEM, BUT FOR PETE'S SAKE, TIP ACCORDINGLY. I WON'T ASK WHY. YES, I'M A LITTLE ASHAMED, BUT WHAT CAN I DO? I NEED YOU TO GIVE ME QUARTERS SO I CAN DO MY LAUNDRY AND HAVE CLEAN SHIRTS WITH HIGHER NECKLINES! IT'S A VICIOUS CYCLE!