Rant. W00t.
This upcoming Sunday is my last day at Black-Eyed Pea.
Thank the everlasting Gods for that.
My job there was never was really all that horrible, with the exception of the past week. They hired on this new guy...who, from the first time of us being introduced, I didn't particularly like. He's a current drug addict, (from his stories, he will munch any pill, smoke anything leafy, and if it can fit up his nose...or even if it at times has to be forced...he'll put it up there. Kind of like a three year old does with pennies) Anyhoo, within three sentences, he's asking me very personal questions about my sex life and things along that nature. I go along with it, he's male, and brush it off. But then he starts doing this EACH and EVERY opportunity he gets to talk to me, up to the point he's asking to sleep with me in a very non-subtle and vulgar manner.
I'm cool with story swapping. Whatever. But I get enough fucking people hitting on me, I would like to have at least my workplace as asshole free as possible.Sooo, I reported him. *shrug* Big deal, as long as it gets his scrawny butt away from the host station so I can actually do what I need to. Heh, I have barely enough restraint from bashing some of the customers up the head with the plentiful wall decorations we have there, at least I don't have to see those particular people every shift. I kind of have to deal with my co-workers, especially since this last week I've been scheduled nothing but double shifts every day.
I used to like everyone up there, with few exceptions. Now, all the waitstaff (minus Karen, Lisa and the managers) are ragging on me as though I'm the fucking bad guy in the situation. The new guy says he's not going to put up with this kind of crap, and he's quitting....and they're piting him!
And if they're going to talk badly about me, they can at least do it behind my back, not raise their voices when I walk by, or upon seeing me do the little hand motion for whispering, look/glare directly at me, scamper by, and start giggling. Then they wonder why I'm acting paranoid and not the happy little chipmunk hostess with a chipper-stick rammed up her ass when they try and talk to me.
God damnit, I'm the youngest person working in that shit hole, and I think they're all acting childish. At least I'm getting paid for this episode of "HIghschool, Round Two!"
Thank the everlasting Gods for that.
My job there was never was really all that horrible, with the exception of the past week. They hired on this new guy...who, from the first time of us being introduced, I didn't particularly like. He's a current drug addict, (from his stories, he will munch any pill, smoke anything leafy, and if it can fit up his nose...or even if it at times has to be forced...he'll put it up there. Kind of like a three year old does with pennies) Anyhoo, within three sentences, he's asking me very personal questions about my sex life and things along that nature. I go along with it, he's male, and brush it off. But then he starts doing this EACH and EVERY opportunity he gets to talk to me, up to the point he's asking to sleep with me in a very non-subtle and vulgar manner.
I'm cool with story swapping. Whatever. But I get enough fucking people hitting on me, I would like to have at least my workplace as asshole free as possible.Sooo, I reported him. *shrug* Big deal, as long as it gets his scrawny butt away from the host station so I can actually do what I need to. Heh, I have barely enough restraint from bashing some of the customers up the head with the plentiful wall decorations we have there, at least I don't have to see those particular people every shift. I kind of have to deal with my co-workers, especially since this last week I've been scheduled nothing but double shifts every day.
I used to like everyone up there, with few exceptions. Now, all the waitstaff (minus Karen, Lisa and the managers) are ragging on me as though I'm the fucking bad guy in the situation. The new guy says he's not going to put up with this kind of crap, and he's quitting....and they're piting him!
And if they're going to talk badly about me, they can at least do it behind my back, not raise their voices when I walk by, or upon seeing me do the little hand motion for whispering, look/glare directly at me, scamper by, and start giggling. Then they wonder why I'm acting paranoid and not the happy little chipmunk hostess with a chipper-stick rammed up her ass when they try and talk to me.
God damnit, I'm the youngest person working in that shit hole, and I think they're all acting childish. At least I'm getting paid for this episode of "HIghschool, Round Two!"