I'm a girl. Yes. But not always attractive, nor do I try to be.
I've been sick, so my skin is bad, hair is messy under my hat.
I was wearing my Ireland shirt with my Guinness hat. Both are for men, and the shirt is too big for my tiny self. (I'm showing off my heritage in typical American fashion, I suppose.) No make up. At all.
Anyways...
There are two guys who come in. One is bouncy as hell. He keeps talking about how he is set free. Apparently just last week he broke up with a girlfriend of three years. I try to give him some sympathy, he tells me its fine. He's free. Yippeeee.
I am trying to help his buddy at the same time as him. (Unless its a 'SuperMon', I can make three things at once now.)
He just keeps giving me compliments. Telling me I'm cute once is okay. Sure. Its flattering. But he wouldn't stop it. I try to joke back at first, "who says flattery gets you nowhere?"
His friend piped up. "Oh so we get free burritos then?" He was serious.
I shot that down quickly.
Throughout all the way down he kept giving me compliments, telling me how the nachos looked "perfect" next to my face when I held it up.
Okayyy.. He kept going on and on that my co-worker, another girl, warned him, "you're barking up the wrong tree..."
His friend took that to mean me and her were dating. /facepalm.
I mentioned I had a boyfriend...but...didn't stop him.
I dunno. I was getting uncomfortable. So I GUESS its not really sucky, but weird.
The REAL sucky part
As I mentioned, I'm recovering from being sick.
I was getting boosts of energy, but also had lethargic moments.
A guy comes in with his daughter. His daughter wants burrito. He wants crispy hard tacos. Dear God, I hate dealing with the hard tacos. They're too thin for our scoopers, and they're so weak, so it slows me down just so I don't make a HUGE mess.
Oh look. He wants the messy ingredients. Like un-refried beans and carnitas. Oh how fun.
Well, I'm having trouble making it clean. His daughter's burrito was fine, but when I was trying to make sure he got fair portions and that they actually got IN the taco...I'm not perfect at this particular item, but I do my best. Its the only one I have trouble with now. Even making Supermons are easy to me. WHY THE TACOS?!
-ahem-
He kept turning to his daughter to mutter how slow I was, or to roll his eyes at me. Told her I was doing this job for a reason, and I may not even be able to keep it.
K, bra. Fuck you. You may be some math teacher at some high school, and I'm the lowly peon of birdsfree, but don't take my particular way of trying to make your tacos decently about my intelligence. I probably speak more languages than you, and you don't know about my life. I'm not an idiot. I make mistakes, but next time you do that, I will ask you to repeat your mutterings more clearly. Just to see if you have the balls to say it when you then KNOW I can hear it for sure.
Edit; Second bonus?
I got called a doll, a great worker, and last saturday my manager said was doing amazing.
I've been sick, so my skin is bad, hair is messy under my hat.
I was wearing my Ireland shirt with my Guinness hat. Both are for men, and the shirt is too big for my tiny self. (I'm showing off my heritage in typical American fashion, I suppose.) No make up. At all.
Anyways...
There are two guys who come in. One is bouncy as hell. He keeps talking about how he is set free. Apparently just last week he broke up with a girlfriend of three years. I try to give him some sympathy, he tells me its fine. He's free. Yippeeee.
I am trying to help his buddy at the same time as him. (Unless its a 'SuperMon', I can make three things at once now.)
He just keeps giving me compliments. Telling me I'm cute once is okay. Sure. Its flattering. But he wouldn't stop it. I try to joke back at first, "who says flattery gets you nowhere?"
His friend piped up. "Oh so we get free burritos then?" He was serious.
I shot that down quickly.
Throughout all the way down he kept giving me compliments, telling me how the nachos looked "perfect" next to my face when I held it up.
Okayyy.. He kept going on and on that my co-worker, another girl, warned him, "you're barking up the wrong tree..."
His friend took that to mean me and her were dating. /facepalm.
I mentioned I had a boyfriend...but...didn't stop him.
I dunno. I was getting uncomfortable. So I GUESS its not really sucky, but weird.
The REAL sucky part
As I mentioned, I'm recovering from being sick.
I was getting boosts of energy, but also had lethargic moments.
A guy comes in with his daughter. His daughter wants burrito. He wants crispy hard tacos. Dear God, I hate dealing with the hard tacos. They're too thin for our scoopers, and they're so weak, so it slows me down just so I don't make a HUGE mess.
Oh look. He wants the messy ingredients. Like un-refried beans and carnitas. Oh how fun.
Well, I'm having trouble making it clean. His daughter's burrito was fine, but when I was trying to make sure he got fair portions and that they actually got IN the taco...I'm not perfect at this particular item, but I do my best. Its the only one I have trouble with now. Even making Supermons are easy to me. WHY THE TACOS?!
-ahem-
He kept turning to his daughter to mutter how slow I was, or to roll his eyes at me. Told her I was doing this job for a reason, and I may not even be able to keep it.
K, bra. Fuck you. You may be some math teacher at some high school, and I'm the lowly peon of birdsfree, but don't take my particular way of trying to make your tacos decently about my intelligence. I probably speak more languages than you, and you don't know about my life. I'm not an idiot. I make mistakes, but next time you do that, I will ask you to repeat your mutterings more clearly. Just to see if you have the balls to say it when you then KNOW I can hear it for sure.
Edit; Second bonus?
I got called a doll, a great worker, and last saturday my manager said was doing amazing.
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