That's a funny name for it.
So was told that I wasn't a bitch, or a cunt, or any of those other nasty names we call people when they aren't looking (sometimes). I was called efficient, curt, mouthy, gregarious, obnoxious, inflexible, rigid, cold, blunt, narrow, hazardous, terse, and (my personal favourite) abrupt.
I change the sign on the tip jar every night that I work, and this time it simply read "Big, Fat, Meanieface Fund". The people that saw/read/knew the problem I was having read it and laughed. A few clenched their jaws and just walked away. One person took a picture of it. One girl read it, muttered something about how I "made her so sick she could vomit into the jar" while one person chose to read it and flip me off.
I don't understand this vicarious anger and contempt. I get mad at you, I tell you so. We talk about it, we move on. Painless, yes?
The thing is, I don't have a problem with this guy I told to leave that night. I've talked to him at Lucifers Lounge a couple of times, and I think he's fine. My problem is the spooky, passive, deep seeded hatred that a few of his friends have for me for trying to make him and (and a few of them) follow rules that were handed to me. I admit, things are changing, rapidly, but not so much that it's unbearable. Uncomfortable, yes, I'll admit to that, but really.
I made it a point to talk to the people that I considered friends, to find out why they would say the things that they had said. I hate the he said/she said game, I just want to understand.
-One person backpedaled completely. She mentioned something about perspective, and gave me an idea as to why things may have gone the direction that they did.
-I spoke to someone that has read me (me?) as flakey or fairweather, and there was no resolution. She wouldn't look at me when she was talking, she kept rolling her eyes when I was talking, and was scooting around like she had to pee really badly. She was also vicariously angry over 6 month old crap between myself and her brother (whom I have since talked to extensively, and actually become friends with, i think).
-The only person I was really worried about losing as a friend came in tonight, and in his usual manner was all smiles. He told me that he didn't think I was a Meanieface, which meant quite a bit to me as I think that he's a pretty nifty individual. He gave me a hug, swished his ponytail, and went skipping out.
I don't really know any of the other people that were posting about my lack of kindness. Well, except for one which I have no idea what I did to/at/on/above/below/around him to make him want to cut off my head and eat my brain.
No, seriously Mr. Man. If you're reading this, tell me what's up, I'm stuck.
So with that, I wash my hands of this situation and won't be wasting the Intryweb for this drivel. All I can say is this-
If I have offended you by:
-Asking for your ID
-Looking up your name in the membership roster
-Telling you to use the side door when the front area is impassable
-Telling you that you're too drunk to come in
-Asking you to PRINT your name in the guest book
-Scolding you when you grab the tip jar
-Advising you of the dress code for the thirtieth time
-Telling you not to bring alcohol through the doorway
-Telling you that you can't bring your water bottle in after you've taken it out
-Telling you that I am not Tara and that you've confused me for the OTHER COLOURED GIRL
-Telling you that the club is closed/closing and to go home
that is unfortunate. There are laws and rules (and a birth name) that I have to abide by, and I will not be flexible.
All I can do is sound a little bit nicer when I ask you not to do certain things, or tell you to go home for the night. Or explain to you that my name is Dija.
Questions, comments...?
Tell me now, as I'm locking this thread in 24 hours.
And don't worry, all comments are screened.
*goodnight*
D.
I change the sign on the tip jar every night that I work, and this time it simply read "Big, Fat, Meanieface Fund". The people that saw/read/knew the problem I was having read it and laughed. A few clenched their jaws and just walked away. One person took a picture of it. One girl read it, muttered something about how I "made her so sick she could vomit into the jar" while one person chose to read it and flip me off.
I don't understand this vicarious anger and contempt. I get mad at you, I tell you so. We talk about it, we move on. Painless, yes?
The thing is, I don't have a problem with this guy I told to leave that night. I've talked to him at Lucifers Lounge a couple of times, and I think he's fine. My problem is the spooky, passive, deep seeded hatred that a few of his friends have for me for trying to make him and (and a few of them) follow rules that were handed to me. I admit, things are changing, rapidly, but not so much that it's unbearable. Uncomfortable, yes, I'll admit to that, but really.
I made it a point to talk to the people that I considered friends, to find out why they would say the things that they had said. I hate the he said/she said game, I just want to understand.
-One person backpedaled completely. She mentioned something about perspective, and gave me an idea as to why things may have gone the direction that they did.
-I spoke to someone that has read me (me?) as flakey or fairweather, and there was no resolution. She wouldn't look at me when she was talking, she kept rolling her eyes when I was talking, and was scooting around like she had to pee really badly. She was also vicariously angry over 6 month old crap between myself and her brother (whom I have since talked to extensively, and actually become friends with, i think).
-The only person I was really worried about losing as a friend came in tonight, and in his usual manner was all smiles. He told me that he didn't think I was a Meanieface, which meant quite a bit to me as I think that he's a pretty nifty individual. He gave me a hug, swished his ponytail, and went skipping out.
I don't really know any of the other people that were posting about my lack of kindness. Well, except for one which I have no idea what I did to/at/on/above/below/around him to make him want to cut off my head and eat my brain.
No, seriously Mr. Man. If you're reading this, tell me what's up, I'm stuck.
So with that, I wash my hands of this situation and won't be wasting the Intryweb for this drivel. All I can say is this-
If I have offended you by:
-Asking for your ID
-Looking up your name in the membership roster
-Telling you to use the side door when the front area is impassable
-Telling you that you're too drunk to come in
-Asking you to PRINT your name in the guest book
-Scolding you when you grab the tip jar
-Advising you of the dress code for the thirtieth time
-Telling you not to bring alcohol through the doorway
-Telling you that you can't bring your water bottle in after you've taken it out
-Telling you that I am not Tara and that you've confused me for the OTHER COLOURED GIRL
-Telling you that the club is closed/closing and to go home
that is unfortunate. There are laws and rules (and a birth name) that I have to abide by, and I will not be flexible.
All I can do is sound a little bit nicer when I ask you not to do certain things, or tell you to go home for the night. Or explain to you that my name is Dija.
Questions, comments...?
Tell me now, as I'm locking this thread in 24 hours.
And don't worry, all comments are screened.
*goodnight*
D.