walk, run, die
Today was.... horrible.
Work couldn't have been worse... okay, yes it could have, but it was pretty bad. This guy that works with me came up to me today and said "I bet you really hate it when I work, don't you?" I just looked at him oddly because I had no idea what he was talking about. Then he said, "I'm the best pre-busser around, aren't I?"
Right then I knew what he was talking about... a few weeks ago, I mentioned to someone how he never really pre-busses his tables and they must have told him. So then, I just tried to ignore him and he kept on going. Then he comes up to me, pulls on the ribbons in my hair (I had my hair in two buns, and ribbons on each) and said "What are the ribbons for?" Then he continued insulting me in front of everyone.. and since I am a fucking moron, I just stood there while this was going on. Finally a few people told him to back off of me, and he turned around and left. After that I was so shocked, I started tearing up. I went to the bathroom to be alone, and I stayed in there until I stopped crying.
Soon after that, the managers let me have a half hour break... so I went home and took a bunch of tylenol. I didn't want to go back... but I did.. and the rest of the night wasn't much better... but it wasn't worse, either. Oh well.
I thought I was a lot stronger than that. I thought that I was strong enough to just shrug off what people said to me... but I'm not. I am a fucking baby and I just cried my little eyes out.
I am such a loser.
Work couldn't have been worse... okay, yes it could have, but it was pretty bad. This guy that works with me came up to me today and said "I bet you really hate it when I work, don't you?" I just looked at him oddly because I had no idea what he was talking about. Then he said, "I'm the best pre-busser around, aren't I?"
Right then I knew what he was talking about... a few weeks ago, I mentioned to someone how he never really pre-busses his tables and they must have told him. So then, I just tried to ignore him and he kept on going. Then he comes up to me, pulls on the ribbons in my hair (I had my hair in two buns, and ribbons on each) and said "What are the ribbons for?" Then he continued insulting me in front of everyone.. and since I am a fucking moron, I just stood there while this was going on. Finally a few people told him to back off of me, and he turned around and left. After that I was so shocked, I started tearing up. I went to the bathroom to be alone, and I stayed in there until I stopped crying.
Soon after that, the managers let me have a half hour break... so I went home and took a bunch of tylenol. I didn't want to go back... but I did.. and the rest of the night wasn't much better... but it wasn't worse, either. Oh well.
I thought I was a lot stronger than that. I thought that I was strong enough to just shrug off what people said to me... but I'm not. I am a fucking baby and I just cried my little eyes out.
I am such a loser.