well , outside of phero-use
i am feeling a bit disrespected at work.
there is nothing malicious, just allowance of unjust things that go unremedied until someone makes a move.
my take on this is that you can either bring things to a head and things go bad,
or
you can be adult about it and know that if you dont like something and you have addressed it like an adult,
then its your problem if you dont like something and you need to move on.
i have adressed it like an adult and brought this “issue” to bossmans attention.
now i have to decide if i like the idea that things will be allowed to go on and i have to suck it up for the money.
those of you that know me (Fever) know i HAVE shot my foot to spite my evil leg, and i will prolly do it for the rest of my life.
i guess i never want my children growing up thinking they EVER have to be disrespected in order to make a paycheck.
life is too short.
well the issue is this:
quite a while back
a gal was allowed to come in and turn the bar upsidedown because she was “cute”.
i didnt care, as long as it didnt interfere with MY money.
if the bar lost money, oh well.
i have walked out once, after she came behind the bar and went through my stuff looking for something to pour in.
under my pocketbook?
um hell no, i dont think so.
i walked out the door and bossman talked me back in.
this girl has come in THREE different times, left me a TAB all THREE TIMES, and and left a mess.
frosting on the cake-
all 3 times she asked me to fetch her tab.
when i went to retrieve it,she walked out.
what does bossman say?
oh well, live and learn. let it go.
after all, shes cute.
of course, cuteness just drank his beer and pissed off his help-
he has to be getting something out of this, im not stupid.
well she came in with a boyfriend last night, and bossman asked her to sit in front of the register.
outloud i said “are you crazy?”
question guys-
was this disrespectful???
so in this light, im considering quitting.
i know people at work check this thread out occasionally.
im not saying anything that hasnt been said, so i dont feel its wrong venting in my journal.
sigh
maybe after the weekend i’ll feel better.