I deal with the most amazing people at work. At both ends of the spectrum.
My supervisor might be the best person ever to work for. Let's reflect on how invested/upset I have gotten at my past jobs.
At the Olive Garden people always knew where to find me because I'd be crying in the back side station. Thanks to my oh so lovely and kind General Manager. He was a douche.
At the Weather Vane clothing stores people would snap and wave me over to the dressing room. One time I just waved back and walked away. Probably punched something.
At the video store the boys would always leave the porn movies for me to put away. It made 18 year old me very uncomfortable.
At Chevys, well I worked at Chevys. So I cried about that and bc people were bitches when it came to their crappy Mexican food. Much like they became bitches when it came to their crappy Italian. Yeah, probably tears.
The hotel was just a total crap shoot.
It got to the point that I honestly believed that I didn't actually work somewhere until I had cried there.
And now every day I deal with people who have nothing else to do but complain about whatever. Seriously though, I think that people sit at home and say "I'm bored, I'm going to call STNJ and bitch about my tickets / ask when I'm getting my tickets / try to buy tickets that aren't available yet / be rude to people / ask questions but keep talking instead of listening to the answer / just all around suck."
But now I can deal with all that. It effects me for a bit and then I begin to practice my new mantra for life... Care Less.
I've learned this mantra from one of my absolute new favorite people. This man:
This is my supervisor.
We work. We get our shit done. We kiss patron tuchus. We sell the shit out of shit.
Then we recreate 80's music videos and practice our chair dancing. We're expert chair dancers.
I know this bc the bartender at the Famished Frog told me so when I busted out my moves. Then he offered to turn up the jams for me... he loved me.
Now if you'll excuse me I must get back to chair dancing rehearsal. It's Aqua time.
My supervisor might be the best person ever to work for. Let's reflect on how invested/upset I have gotten at my past jobs.
At the Olive Garden people always knew where to find me because I'd be crying in the back side station. Thanks to my oh so lovely and kind General Manager. He was a douche.
At the Weather Vane clothing stores people would snap and wave me over to the dressing room. One time I just waved back and walked away. Probably punched something.
At the video store the boys would always leave the porn movies for me to put away. It made 18 year old me very uncomfortable.
At Chevys, well I worked at Chevys. So I cried about that and bc people were bitches when it came to their crappy Mexican food. Much like they became bitches when it came to their crappy Italian. Yeah, probably tears.
The hotel was just a total crap shoot.
It got to the point that I honestly believed that I didn't actually work somewhere until I had cried there.
And now every day I deal with people who have nothing else to do but complain about whatever. Seriously though, I think that people sit at home and say "I'm bored, I'm going to call STNJ and bitch about my tickets / ask when I'm getting my tickets / try to buy tickets that aren't available yet / be rude to people / ask questions but keep talking instead of listening to the answer / just all around suck."
But now I can deal with all that. It effects me for a bit and then I begin to practice my new mantra for life... Care Less.
I've learned this mantra from one of my absolute new favorite people. This man:
This is my supervisor.
We work. We get our shit done. We kiss patron tuchus. We sell the shit out of shit.
Then we recreate 80's music videos and practice our chair dancing. We're expert chair dancers.
I know this bc the bartender at the Famished Frog told me so when I busted out my moves. Then he offered to turn up the jams for me... he loved me.
Now if you'll excuse me I must get back to chair dancing rehearsal. It's Aqua time.
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