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Jun. 9th, 2009 09:38 amSo, I work in a restaurant. So does my boyfriend. He's a bartender; I'm a hostess. A few of his friends work there too. My friend Erica works there. I'm friendly with pretty much everyone who works there. And we goof off a lot when we've got down time. It's part of the nature of the job, I guess.
Well, several months ago, my GM Vicky somehow got us all on the topic of push ups - I wasn't there when the conversation started but it ended up a contest between these two guys to see if either of them could do fifty of them. The one guy could, the other guy failed miserably and blamed his failure on Vicky, who was dropping croutons and napkins and stuff on his back. My bf and another guy got into a second push up contest and he succeeded - I kind of watched all this from a distance away, thinking, gee, what silly boys they are! When I finally left my post (the front door of the restaurant) and joined the crowd, B was like, "Lara can do fifty push ups," and everyone kind of looked at me, and I was like >.< I'm not touching this disgusting floor.
I'm positive I can do fifty push ups. If half your body does the work of all your body, well, you do have to build up a lot of strength. But I stood by my decree that the floor was absolutely disgusting and I was not touching it.
So, I come to work yesterday morning to be greeted with "the carpets have been cleaned."
I'm all "that's nice" and go about my business until it's brought to my attention that I said I could do fifty push ups and my only roadblock was the disgusting floor. This turned into another contest - Vicky the GM had employee incentive money to blow, I think, cause she said twenty dollars to whichever person could do fifty/ do them fastest. Promises of no wayward croutons were made but not kept. There were six of us, so three contests. Did I win? YEAH BITCH, of fucking course I won! So, twenty bucks to me, and me feeling like the absolute shiznit for about half the day.
( Yeah, half. The other half I felt about two inches tall. )
I'm totally wound down now, though.
Well, several months ago, my GM Vicky somehow got us all on the topic of push ups - I wasn't there when the conversation started but it ended up a contest between these two guys to see if either of them could do fifty of them. The one guy could, the other guy failed miserably and blamed his failure on Vicky, who was dropping croutons and napkins and stuff on his back. My bf and another guy got into a second push up contest and he succeeded - I kind of watched all this from a distance away, thinking, gee, what silly boys they are! When I finally left my post (the front door of the restaurant) and joined the crowd, B was like, "Lara can do fifty push ups," and everyone kind of looked at me, and I was like >.< I'm not touching this disgusting floor.
I'm positive I can do fifty push ups. If half your body does the work of all your body, well, you do have to build up a lot of strength. But I stood by my decree that the floor was absolutely disgusting and I was not touching it.
So, I come to work yesterday morning to be greeted with "the carpets have been cleaned."
I'm all "that's nice" and go about my business until it's brought to my attention that I said I could do fifty push ups and my only roadblock was the disgusting floor. This turned into another contest - Vicky the GM had employee incentive money to blow, I think, cause she said twenty dollars to whichever person could do fifty/ do them fastest. Promises of no wayward croutons were made but not kept. There were six of us, so three contests. Did I win? YEAH BITCH, of fucking course I won! So, twenty bucks to me, and me feeling like the absolute shiznit for about half the day.
( Yeah, half. The other half I felt about two inches tall. )
I'm totally wound down now, though.
