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so, the sickness scare didn't turn out to be true. i felt just fine and dandy all day today.
i think it was a combination of too much time off from work, first day back, not enough coffee, excitement from having company in town, weirdness with jake. all rolled into one.
today was much better. I worked from 10am-6pm today and it was really mellow all day. I worked with Dean, who is about as aggressive as a caterpillar, which means he lets me listen to whatever I want and take as many smoke breaks as I want. I also like the fact that, despite my short history of employment at Izzy's, I still technically hold seniority over him. I don't boss him around or anything, but it's nice to be able to hand off the task of washing dishes to someone else.
My only downer today was the persistence of a few alpha males.
These are not your typical hot Asheville men. They aren't artists or musicians, nor are they quick-witted and saucy. They aren't smart or well-dressed, politically active or community-involved. They are scuzzy, drugged up wannabes who work the doors for the local dive bars. They drive shitty little cars and listen to shitty music and have shitty apartments and somehow, even with all the shittyness, manage to keep up an air of arrogance and bravado that makes me want to chuck them right out of the store.
Jim, the bouncer at a local hookah bar, has been pestering me for weeks. He is heavy set, with freakishly well-manicured facial hair, and the most unbecoming libret stud of anyone I've ever seen. He wears a Hot Topic train-conductor-style hat every single day and always, ALWAYS, requests that I make his drink.
Me, I'm just paid to smile and flirt casually and be nice - in the hopes that he'll drop a dollar or two into my tip jar. Money is my end goal. Nothing else.
Jim has repeatedly asked me on dates, given me his number, begged for mine, requested my email address, and has become borderline stalkerish in his attempts to win me over. I'm not budging, and he's getting ornery. He sweeps in today and I barely look at him, busying myself with the dishes and the multitude of other customers that are standing in line. Dean ends up making his drink and taking his money, and Jim gets all huffy that I'm not paying him any mind, so he comes 'round to the bar and says (loudly), "So, are you gonna talk to me or what?" I whirl around, and in my most pathetic cheery voice, I say, "Well, gosh. We've got so many people in here! I didn't even notice you there!"
You can guess where it went from there, with Jim whining about how I haven't returned his calls or his emails, while I'm just scooting around helping other folks. He finally leaves, but not before looking me dead in the eye and saying "I will wait for your email."
Creepy.
My other would-be suitor, TJ, is a tall lanky fellow who always orders a 16oz French Roast coffee - black.
He always tips a dollar and is usually quick and quiet, so I go out of my way to be extra nice to him. Whatever. He sits at the bar today, and keeps peering at me with this half-stare, half-smirk through his ultrablack RayBan sunglasses. His behavior doesn't bother me for the first few minutes...since people at Izzy's are generally a little spacey and weird before the coffee kicks in...but after twenty minutes of silence and staring, I get uncomfortable. My cell phone has been resting down at the end of the bar the whole time, and when TJ finally leaves, I go retrieve it. I notice there's a piece of paper stuck inside it, and open my phone to find that TJ has left his number and his name on a business card, along with the words, "Do it."
At this point, I just want to throw my hands up and yell, "JUST BECAUSE I AM THE ONLY FEMALE HERE WHO DOESN'T HAVE A HUSBAND DOESN'T MEAN YOU CREEPS GET TO HIT ON ME LEFT AND RIGHT WHILE I JUST SMILE AND TAKE IT. FUCK OFF AND DON'T COME BACK!"
but alas, I can't do that.
Anyway, the day went well after that and I forgot all about the skeezers, and Kiley and I got sushi after work. Ran around Target after that and then came back home. My brother is still sick and still a pain in the ass and I could write a whole second entry about his lack of appreciation and civility, but it's not worth it. I'm trying to learn to just digest and deal with his ineptitude and choose my battles wisely.
and.... sorry this is so long and so ranty. It's been one of those days.
i think it was a combination of too much time off from work, first day back, not enough coffee, excitement from having company in town, weirdness with jake. all rolled into one.
today was much better. I worked from 10am-6pm today and it was really mellow all day. I worked with Dean, who is about as aggressive as a caterpillar, which means he lets me listen to whatever I want and take as many smoke breaks as I want. I also like the fact that, despite my short history of employment at Izzy's, I still technically hold seniority over him. I don't boss him around or anything, but it's nice to be able to hand off the task of washing dishes to someone else.
My only downer today was the persistence of a few alpha males.
These are not your typical hot Asheville men. They aren't artists or musicians, nor are they quick-witted and saucy. They aren't smart or well-dressed, politically active or community-involved. They are scuzzy, drugged up wannabes who work the doors for the local dive bars. They drive shitty little cars and listen to shitty music and have shitty apartments and somehow, even with all the shittyness, manage to keep up an air of arrogance and bravado that makes me want to chuck them right out of the store.
Jim, the bouncer at a local hookah bar, has been pestering me for weeks. He is heavy set, with freakishly well-manicured facial hair, and the most unbecoming libret stud of anyone I've ever seen. He wears a Hot Topic train-conductor-style hat every single day and always, ALWAYS, requests that I make his drink.
Me, I'm just paid to smile and flirt casually and be nice - in the hopes that he'll drop a dollar or two into my tip jar. Money is my end goal. Nothing else.
Jim has repeatedly asked me on dates, given me his number, begged for mine, requested my email address, and has become borderline stalkerish in his attempts to win me over. I'm not budging, and he's getting ornery. He sweeps in today and I barely look at him, busying myself with the dishes and the multitude of other customers that are standing in line. Dean ends up making his drink and taking his money, and Jim gets all huffy that I'm not paying him any mind, so he comes 'round to the bar and says (loudly), "So, are you gonna talk to me or what?" I whirl around, and in my most pathetic cheery voice, I say, "Well, gosh. We've got so many people in here! I didn't even notice you there!"
You can guess where it went from there, with Jim whining about how I haven't returned his calls or his emails, while I'm just scooting around helping other folks. He finally leaves, but not before looking me dead in the eye and saying "I will wait for your email."
Creepy.
My other would-be suitor, TJ, is a tall lanky fellow who always orders a 16oz French Roast coffee - black.
He always tips a dollar and is usually quick and quiet, so I go out of my way to be extra nice to him. Whatever. He sits at the bar today, and keeps peering at me with this half-stare, half-smirk through his ultrablack RayBan sunglasses. His behavior doesn't bother me for the first few minutes...since people at Izzy's are generally a little spacey and weird before the coffee kicks in...but after twenty minutes of silence and staring, I get uncomfortable. My cell phone has been resting down at the end of the bar the whole time, and when TJ finally leaves, I go retrieve it. I notice there's a piece of paper stuck inside it, and open my phone to find that TJ has left his number and his name on a business card, along with the words, "Do it."
At this point, I just want to throw my hands up and yell, "JUST BECAUSE I AM THE ONLY FEMALE HERE WHO DOESN'T HAVE A HUSBAND DOESN'T MEAN YOU CREEPS GET TO HIT ON ME LEFT AND RIGHT WHILE I JUST SMILE AND TAKE IT. FUCK OFF AND DON'T COME BACK!"
but alas, I can't do that.
Anyway, the day went well after that and I forgot all about the skeezers, and Kiley and I got sushi after work. Ran around Target after that and then came back home. My brother is still sick and still a pain in the ass and I could write a whole second entry about his lack of appreciation and civility, but it's not worth it. I'm trying to learn to just digest and deal with his ineptitude and choose my battles wisely.
and.... sorry this is so long and so ranty. It's been one of those days.