Go to Hell

I am filled with rage.

And if things continue everyone at work will find out that I am not the naive push-over that they assume that I am. I have been exceedingly polite since I started this job. I am polite to all the staff because everyone deserves the benefit of the doubt. And whenever another staff member was rude to me I would just ignore them until the chaos passed (at the restaurant people are usually only rude when we are in a state of panic trying to feed two dining rooms full of Roland Park high rollers).

That being said, I am about to snap. There is a boy at work....let's call him Ted. Scrappy kid, that one. He got hired about two weeks ago. So, compared to me he is very very very new. And yet, he hasn't hesitated to blatantly disrespect me no less that four times. He's worse than fucking Judas! Well, aside from the fact that he didn't pretend to respect me in the first place.

First day on the job after three days of training he shows up with a black eye. Apparently he got into a bar fight when some "crazy chick" attacked him. He also is small and wiry and has a chipped tooth which I don't doubt that he got in a similar situation. His physical abnormalities, however, serve to endear him to most of the staff, and he accounts his misfortunes with hilarity. By his second day on the job he gained familiarity with some of the main waitresses, some of whom still don't seem to like me...hmph.

This brings us to Slight #1:

We are all standing in a haphazard semicircle around the waiters' booth at the back of the restaurant. He walks up. There are plenty of openings in the circle for him to stand and plenty walls and surfaces for him to lean on like the rest of us are. Instead, Ted decides that it would be great fun to stand directly in front of me, cutting me out of the circle and forcing me to stare at the back of his ugly head.

Slight #2:

Ted does that exact same thing. He comes and stands in such a way that focuses the attention in the group on him and forces me out.

There is no way that this could be accidental twice in a row. Even if he wasn't actively trying to offend me, he could not have behaved in such a way repeatedly without having no regard fro me as a person. He clearly believes that I don't deserve basic respect....not even the respect that one would afford a coworker, but the respect that you afford other human beings. Fucker.

Slight #3:

I am discussing with the other waitresses which chores I prefer to do if I have to be one of the two closers at the end of the night. I share that I prefer sweeping and mopping because even if the task as a whole is longer than the alternative (vacuuming) you can start while the last customers are still in the restaurant and thus have a chance of finishing ahead of the waiter who must vacuum.

Ted interrupts and says, "No you can't start sweeping and mopping while customers are still here." Excuse me?! You have never even closed before. You were hired last week. Why would you think that you know what I can or cannot do?!?! And if you think I'm wrong, why would you think that you can contradict me having just met me and knowing that I have worked at the restaurant 5 months longer than your sorry ass.

What a jerk off.


Slight # 4:

Ted fucking stands directly in front of my face one more time.




Why did I not say anything to him when he physically blocked me out three times? I don't know. I have given this much thought. And as far as I can remember I was embarrassed when it happened. I felt awkward that a new person could feel enough power over me to cut me out of a conversation with my coworkers, and that the coworkers didn't notice/mind at all. When I feel personally slighted I tend to experience hurt before anger. And I think that is why I did not directly address the problem that night.

But. I am very angry now. More angry than I have been at anybody in a long long time. And Ted has another thing coming if he thinks that he can disrespect me again without consequences. If he crosses me again, which I think is inevitable for a person of his level of intellect and morality, I will not only ensure that he is humiliated in front of the other restaurant staff, I will also fuck him up if he does not offer a genuine apology. I know you think that I will never actually confront him on a physical level and that I am just writing to make myself feel better. But, if I have to, I swear I will beat his ass. Just like the girl in the bar that gave him that black eye.

Good riddance. I hate that scrawny, worthless, fake, disresepctful motherfucker.