In which I am mistaken for a hooker
The state of Nevada requires that people who work food handling jobs get vaccinated for Hep A and watch a video about food safety, which I did today, and got a massive headache because it was fuzzy and out of focus. I just took two ibuprofen but I still feel like I'm gonna hurl. HOW is this HEALTHY, Nevada? How?
I learned many important facts about food safety, like "Do not get snot all in the food," and the hand washing procedures that nobody has ever followed in any of the food-related places I've worked ever. Nobody - but me. I'm sure my coworkers think I have OCD or something (or I use handwashing as a way to avoid working). Whenever I eat out, I assume that all the food is contaminated with fecal bacteria and what-not. Whatever, I have an immune system for a reason.
So my roomie says that the dodgy casino that I work at is a hotspot for hookers, that the guy who asked for my number may have thought I was a pro, and that when he told someone at work where I got a job, she replied "She isn't just standing outside, is she?" I find all this hilarious. I think of work as a place where I get free pie at lunch, and where they won't give me a baseball cap like everybody else has and make me wear a stupid paper one what the hell, but apparently it's HOOKER MECCA. Or relatively more hookerlicious than other places.
You'd have to be brain dead to mistake me for a hooker, though.
I don't know why people (NOT my roomie though) won't stop giving me shit about my job. Yeah, I'm a dishwasher, but it's better than being unemployed and I'm not doing anything ethically dubious or harmful. The hours are difficult and the work is kind of hard and I always get soaking wet and my skin is developing some kind of rash in reaction to the dishwater, but I'm making more money than I ever have before, I've never worked with happier or friendlier people, I'm learning a lot of Spanish, and this is much, much better than being unemployed. So fuck that.
I learned many important facts about food safety, like "Do not get snot all in the food," and the hand washing procedures that nobody has ever followed in any of the food-related places I've worked ever. Nobody - but me. I'm sure my coworkers think I have OCD or something (or I use handwashing as a way to avoid working). Whenever I eat out, I assume that all the food is contaminated with fecal bacteria and what-not. Whatever, I have an immune system for a reason.
So my roomie says that the dodgy casino that I work at is a hotspot for hookers, that the guy who asked for my number may have thought I was a pro, and that when he told someone at work where I got a job, she replied "She isn't just standing outside, is she?" I find all this hilarious. I think of work as a place where I get free pie at lunch, and where they won't give me a baseball cap like everybody else has and make me wear a stupid paper one what the hell, but apparently it's HOOKER MECCA. Or relatively more hookerlicious than other places.
You'd have to be brain dead to mistake me for a hooker, though.
I don't know why people (NOT my roomie though) won't stop giving me shit about my job. Yeah, I'm a dishwasher, but it's better than being unemployed and I'm not doing anything ethically dubious or harmful. The hours are difficult and the work is kind of hard and I always get soaking wet and my skin is developing some kind of rash in reaction to the dishwater, but I'm making more money than I ever have before, I've never worked with happier or friendlier people, I'm learning a lot of Spanish, and this is much, much better than being unemployed. So fuck that.