Workin'
Worked at Pavarino's, cheap little place owned by a Kirby Klein, I kid you not. Real Italian. Figured out four things scrubbing dishes-
1. Biggest irony - got dirty as a dishwasher.
2. On the loser scale of jobs, restaurant manager is the highest evolution of an otherwise low paying job. Now, I see restaurant employees as an in-between stage, a limbo to the next stage, a higher paying job, something like that. You work at Burger King to pay for Oxford, and all that. These people, at one time or another in their lives, realized they could not achieve their dreams of fabulous wealth or whatever it may be, and instead decided to make the limbo, the step in between, as their kingdom. The Kings of Limbo - Restaurant managers. Thus, the highest position in a low field. But, these people have decided to make the highway between Heaven and Hell their Kingdom on Earth. They could achieve stardom in this role, joining the pantheon with the likes of Wolfgang Puck or Chef Boyardee - but these are the extreme exceptions. How many are the faceless, legion McDonald's managers? Their Kingdom is one of meat, pastas, and specials of the day. To be passed down to the next nameless successor who wants this Kingdom.
3. I hate this one guy at work. He's everything I hate about anyone. Big, stupid, homophobic, likes to deride people to make himself feel better. Bumped into it, joked about it being a sexual advance. Okay, let's assume, for a second it was. What would that comment do to the situation? What should I have said, "Gee, Mr. Big Strong Man, you caught me. That was an awkward attempt to meet with your approval, get your attention. Now, it appears I do. I find you extremely lustful, and I want to take you to the back of my car, and for you to sodomize me." And honestly, even if I was gay? I think I could do better than a steroid freak line cook at a crappy Italian restaurant, who probably has deep insecurities about everything masculine about him.
4. Apparently, calling a female stranger you don't know "Miss" is apparently the epitome of politeness for some people. Wanted this fairly attractive girl to move out of the way, called her Miss, and she giggled. "Oh, that's cute! Call me Megs!" Another co-worker chimed in. "Or Princess". To which Megs/Princess/Miss replied, "Oh yeah, Princess." Hope she has to do long manual labour. From Princess to Peasant Woman. Maybe I should ask her if she should cover my shift for me.
Peace.
1. Biggest irony - got dirty as a dishwasher.
2. On the loser scale of jobs, restaurant manager is the highest evolution of an otherwise low paying job. Now, I see restaurant employees as an in-between stage, a limbo to the next stage, a higher paying job, something like that. You work at Burger King to pay for Oxford, and all that. These people, at one time or another in their lives, realized they could not achieve their dreams of fabulous wealth or whatever it may be, and instead decided to make the limbo, the step in between, as their kingdom. The Kings of Limbo - Restaurant managers. Thus, the highest position in a low field. But, these people have decided to make the highway between Heaven and Hell their Kingdom on Earth. They could achieve stardom in this role, joining the pantheon with the likes of Wolfgang Puck or Chef Boyardee - but these are the extreme exceptions. How many are the faceless, legion McDonald's managers? Their Kingdom is one of meat, pastas, and specials of the day. To be passed down to the next nameless successor who wants this Kingdom.
3. I hate this one guy at work. He's everything I hate about anyone. Big, stupid, homophobic, likes to deride people to make himself feel better. Bumped into it, joked about it being a sexual advance. Okay, let's assume, for a second it was. What would that comment do to the situation? What should I have said, "Gee, Mr. Big Strong Man, you caught me. That was an awkward attempt to meet with your approval, get your attention. Now, it appears I do. I find you extremely lustful, and I want to take you to the back of my car, and for you to sodomize me." And honestly, even if I was gay? I think I could do better than a steroid freak line cook at a crappy Italian restaurant, who probably has deep insecurities about everything masculine about him.
4. Apparently, calling a female stranger you don't know "Miss" is apparently the epitome of politeness for some people. Wanted this fairly attractive girl to move out of the way, called her Miss, and she giggled. "Oh, that's cute! Call me Megs!" Another co-worker chimed in. "Or Princess". To which Megs/Princess/Miss replied, "Oh yeah, Princess." Hope she has to do long manual labour. From Princess to Peasant Woman. Maybe I should ask her if she should cover my shift for me.
Peace.
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