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So, I have recently picked up a second job as a hostess at fine Italian casual dining establishment "Mac G." This is the first time I've ever worked at a real restaurant before, so it is all very new to me, and I think I'm learning at a pretty good pace. They've placed me on To Go orders, which is good, but when there are lulls I still seat tables and help out up front.
(For the record, this wasn't all that bad, especially after the initial shock and confusion faded, but it was definitely not the highlight of my day and I really need to just vent... I know, guys, that's why you're here. ^.^()) So yesterday I'm seating a party of four, two old couples, at a booth. The two women enter and sit on the inside. I set up the napkins and menus as they do this, reserving a menu in my hands to show them where the features are. I look down for a moment as I step away from the table and I feel an arm reaching around me. I look up, and I have one older gentleman on my right, extremely close to me, (literally, physically touching me,) and another on my left, just as close, with his arm around me.
Alarm bells! I was NOT trained to handle breeches to my personal bubble. So, I spout out, very suddenly, "WOW, you are VERY close."
Oh, thank goodness they laughed, and I laughed (as real a laugh as I could manage,) and we all laughed it off. They took their seats, we discussed my nationality, (I have a very unusual name, after my father's grandmother,) I made a joke about how I myself am not a feature on the menu, (which the men found amusing and the women most assuredly did not,) and then walked away. It isn't that they were dirty or smelly or sketchy and it wasn't even that they were old, but I had a very intense urge to shower after this. They were harmless, worse things could happen. But even at work I keep my precious personal bubble to myself. And I very well just might be crazy.
(For the record, this wasn't all that bad, especially after the initial shock and confusion faded, but it was definitely not the highlight of my day and I really need to just vent... I know, guys, that's why you're here. ^.^()) So yesterday I'm seating a party of four, two old couples, at a booth. The two women enter and sit on the inside. I set up the napkins and menus as they do this, reserving a menu in my hands to show them where the features are. I look down for a moment as I step away from the table and I feel an arm reaching around me. I look up, and I have one older gentleman on my right, extremely close to me, (literally, physically touching me,) and another on my left, just as close, with his arm around me.
Alarm bells! I was NOT trained to handle breeches to my personal bubble. So, I spout out, very suddenly, "WOW, you are VERY close."
Oh, thank goodness they laughed, and I laughed (as real a laugh as I could manage,) and we all laughed it off. They took their seats, we discussed my nationality, (I have a very unusual name, after my father's grandmother,) I made a joke about how I myself am not a feature on the menu, (which the men found amusing and the women most assuredly did not,) and then walked away. It isn't that they were dirty or smelly or sketchy and it wasn't even that they were old, but I had a very intense urge to shower after this. They were harmless, worse things could happen. But even at work I keep my precious personal bubble to myself. And I very well just might be crazy.
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