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Draaaa-Maaaaa
May. 16th, 2009 11:07 amSo, my job. I don't love my job. But at the same time... I kind of owe a lot to my job. I worked as a hostess in the restaurant where Krissy bartended for a while, and it was kind of the same environment: everyone hung out with each other outside of work, and they were all friendly with each other at work and it was kind of like a big extended family or something. Or, maybe kind of like going to a small school or something, you spend so much time with all these people and you just end up being close and giving a shit about each other.
I moved here knowing nobody except my family, and they were not really too keen on having me around (they're wonderful now, but I really can't forget the cold shoulder I got when I first got here) and so it was just me. In my house. My falling apart house, with my computer, and that was that. I worked at the Coffee Co with Shaina, the fat cow, who's in her 40s, Jean, a kind of stuck-up but nice lady in her 60s, and then Renee, the manager, who's only about 5 years older than I am but definitely was never friendly to me cause, hey, she fired me, didn't she? And that was IT. That was ALL the social contact I had.
Then I got a job at the restaurant and BAM. Social contact like whoaz. Going out after work every night. Rides to and from work when I lost my driver's license. Hanging out totally outside of work. And I love it. It's like having a whole bunch of friends. And I have made real friends there too. But...
THE DRAMA!
I think this has to be a restaurant thing. Cause Krissy's restaurant was exactly the same way. Of course, I was kind of there as an attachment to her, so socially, it was a little different there. But it's basically the same nonsense.
( Yes, the drama. )
Yep. That's what I get for getting her a job with me.
And all the teasing and hush hush talking behind people's backs and rumors and speculation and name calling and such - this seems very high school to me.
So apparently nobody is allowed to go through life without experiencing that horror in some way, and this is my karmic repayment for dropping out :P
I moved here knowing nobody except my family, and they were not really too keen on having me around (they're wonderful now, but I really can't forget the cold shoulder I got when I first got here) and so it was just me. In my house. My falling apart house, with my computer, and that was that. I worked at the Coffee Co with Shaina, the fat cow, who's in her 40s, Jean, a kind of stuck-up but nice lady in her 60s, and then Renee, the manager, who's only about 5 years older than I am but definitely was never friendly to me cause, hey, she fired me, didn't she? And that was IT. That was ALL the social contact I had.
Then I got a job at the restaurant and BAM. Social contact like whoaz. Going out after work every night. Rides to and from work when I lost my driver's license. Hanging out totally outside of work. And I love it. It's like having a whole bunch of friends. And I have made real friends there too. But...
THE DRAMA!
I think this has to be a restaurant thing. Cause Krissy's restaurant was exactly the same way. Of course, I was kind of there as an attachment to her, so socially, it was a little different there. But it's basically the same nonsense.
( Yes, the drama. )
Yep. That's what I get for getting her a job with me.
And all the teasing and hush hush talking behind people's backs and rumors and speculation and name calling and such - this seems very high school to me.
So apparently nobody is allowed to go through life without experiencing that horror in some way, and this is my karmic repayment for dropping out :P
