I'm back at work and back to normal now after being sick with food poisoning and it was a DOOZY of a breakfast to get back into things with. There's a major sports event going on in my city right now and it is bringing the idiots out in full force. Most of morning is just the typical level of rudeness and stupidity. I'm sure you know what I'm talking about. The snottyness and lack of manners or braincells that's just so common place you don't even notice any more. Then, we had these gems.
My name is not Betsy!
After making hundreds of omelets this morning, I finally had a lull and took the moment to take my dirty dishes to the back and bring out some clean plates as we were running out. I looked at the three guys at the buffet first. They were all ignoring me at my station and had loaded down plates including scrambled eggs, so I figured I was safe. The second I came around from behind my counter, a loud, obnoxious, redneck voice came from the other side of the room. "WHOA THERE, BETSY! WHERE ARE YOU GOING?! YOU DONE?!" It was all said in a very accusing manner as if I was just deserting my post and I'm sure was going to be followed up by a demand to make him an omelet this second (despite him having clearly at least four eggs worth of scrambled on his plate). I just told him flatly, "No. I'm going to get more plates." I marched off to the kitchen without waiting for a reply and stayed there much longer than I needed to. Kitchens are great for cussing. Nobody but your co-workers can hear you and they don't care. When I came back, he was gone, as was my intent.
Long one, eh? Sure.
The kind of moron who hits on a pregnant girl? The kind who is still drunk off his ass from the night before at 10:30 in the morning, apparently.
During the last half hour several very drunk men came down for breakfast. Some wanted omelets, whatever, I made them. Then I had to bring yet more plates out because it was that kind of busy day. While I was at that, one of them came up to me with a dirty plate asking if he needed a clean one to go back to the buffet. Duh. Yes, that's standard health code pretty much anywhere. (Yet, I catch many people every morning violating it.) I offer to take his plate from him and as he s l o w l y hands it to me, he gives me this sneering, dirty, suggestive grin as he leers at me. I snatch his plate and get the hell out of there.
Shortly afterward, one of the bussers tells me that one of the guys said something suggestive to her. Basically, he had been saying something stupid, I don't know what, and his friends said to the busser, "Give him a break, he's had a long one." Stupid idiot follows that up with looking straight at this poor girl, who is 5 months pregnant, and saying "I've got a long one you can get on!"
I told her to report it because that's sexual harrassment, but she didn't want to. I just went over her head and told the chef who said she had to report it to the manager on duty. I know that made her a bit uncomfortable because she was worried about consequences with those guys, but if you let them get away with it once, it's always worse the next time. Learned that one the hard way.
My name is not Betsy!
After making hundreds of omelets this morning, I finally had a lull and took the moment to take my dirty dishes to the back and bring out some clean plates as we were running out. I looked at the three guys at the buffet first. They were all ignoring me at my station and had loaded down plates including scrambled eggs, so I figured I was safe. The second I came around from behind my counter, a loud, obnoxious, redneck voice came from the other side of the room. "WHOA THERE, BETSY! WHERE ARE YOU GOING?! YOU DONE?!" It was all said in a very accusing manner as if I was just deserting my post and I'm sure was going to be followed up by a demand to make him an omelet this second (despite him having clearly at least four eggs worth of scrambled on his plate). I just told him flatly, "No. I'm going to get more plates." I marched off to the kitchen without waiting for a reply and stayed there much longer than I needed to. Kitchens are great for cussing. Nobody but your co-workers can hear you and they don't care. When I came back, he was gone, as was my intent.
Long one, eh? Sure.
The kind of moron who hits on a pregnant girl? The kind who is still drunk off his ass from the night before at 10:30 in the morning, apparently.
During the last half hour several very drunk men came down for breakfast. Some wanted omelets, whatever, I made them. Then I had to bring yet more plates out because it was that kind of busy day. While I was at that, one of them came up to me with a dirty plate asking if he needed a clean one to go back to the buffet. Duh. Yes, that's standard health code pretty much anywhere. (Yet, I catch many people every morning violating it.) I offer to take his plate from him and as he s l o w l y hands it to me, he gives me this sneering, dirty, suggestive grin as he leers at me. I snatch his plate and get the hell out of there.
Shortly afterward, one of the bussers tells me that one of the guys said something suggestive to her. Basically, he had been saying something stupid, I don't know what, and his friends said to the busser, "Give him a break, he's had a long one." Stupid idiot follows that up with looking straight at this poor girl, who is 5 months pregnant, and saying "I've got a long one you can get on!"

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