I have three more shifts left at the diner. Thank god. The thing is, I can handle the breakfast rush, not having time for a lunch break, sore arms from carrying overloaded trays, and the total lack of AC. I’m a big girl, and I can suck it up since I’m making a ton of money.
What is driving me insane is everyone hitting on me.
I sound full of myself when I say that, but I’m not. It’s annoying, and also ridiculous because my work uniform is about the most unflattering black polyester known to man, and I don’t wear make up or even try with my hair while I’m there. If I went to a bar dressed like that, I guarantee that every guy there would ignore me. But oh no, not at the diner.
Uh uh, I have the fifteen year old dishwasher asking me if I have a boyfriend and trying to convince me that three years isn’t even that much and I should give him a chance. Then there’s the Indian cook probably in his twenties who tells me my hair looks nice and makes me whatever food I want in spite of the strict no-free-food-for-servers policy. Oh, and did I mention that he asked me if I was married? Married. I guess that if I grew up in India that would be plausible, but the very mention of the idea almost caused me to spit my coffee all over the kitchen floor.
And don’t even get me started on the customers. I told a middle aged guy that he won a free breakfast from our latest promo, and he told me he’d like to win a date with me instead. I mean, seriously? First of all, guys actually use those lines? And second of all, they use them on barely legal waitresses?
None of this is sexual harassment; in fact it’s all pretty harmless. I guess it just weirds me out because in my head I think of myself as this child playing at being a grown up, but when people look at me, they see me as a grown woman. It’s just another example of how I don’t feel like an adult. When exactly does that happen? Or does it ever happen at all?