It's going well, my inner arm is burntish from carrying around those hot ass trays, and I keep forgetting to take a pic of my makeup for the similarly named thread. But you guys don't care about all that.
Let's talk instead about the dude who works up there who can't keep his hands off his girlfriend and needs to tell everyone that they are dating. Because I will tell you this right now, when I'm at work, don't play with me like that. I AM AT WORK, FUCKER. How about we behave like we're at work. You can sweet talk me, kiss my ear, and smack my ass at home. You do it here, and you won't have a girlfriend.
And this poor girl, she just looked blank and lost the whole fucking time. I don't she's cool with his shit but she doesn't look comfortable telling him to stop.
Slightly related, but I will bet large sums of money I have to come back here in about three weeks or less and tell you guys how I chewed his ass out. Fucker does entirely too much and touches people entirely too often and too weird. If he touches me at.all, I will go off.
It's normal in the restaurant business for people to be tactile. Putting your hand up so people don't back into you, touching someone's arm or shoulder to make sure they realize you're talking to them, etc. But this dude, no. I can tell. He's scratching people between the shoulder blades, coming up and tickling them, getting close to their ear to say boo. Fuck and no. He is THISCLOSE to getting a you betta not touch me for no reason AT ALL. If you want my attention, you best learn my name.
I don't think he understands that it's possible to sexually harass your own girlfriend, to say nothing of the other shit he's pulling. He gon' learn though. Just you wait, 'enry 'iggins.