Once again I heave a sigh of relief as another typical bought of living-in-montana unemployment comes to an end. Since I came back from California I've been able to keep the income at a less than negative status by working a few random shifts at the Raven and cleaning a house which tied me over between the decision to stay in Montana for the fall and finding a job. For the first two weeks I was home I wasn't sure if I'd be leaving again at the end of September for Denver so I wasn't even looking for work. Now, however, I know that I will be here at least until the first of the year and I'm happy to say that I started a job on Monday that should earn me enough money to go on 'the next step' when it arrives.
Monday was my first day of training at Appleebees. In explanation of the post title it seems like those who stay in Kalispell long enough without a career-type form of employement usually end up working at this restaurant at one time or another. Thus, I have joined the click. After three nights working as a hostess I feel like I'm getting the hang of how things work. Every restaurant is so different, and after working at the Raven with it's small crew, high volume and generally laid-back-type organization I have to get used to the ultra organized 20+ person crew environment. Even so I'm already getting to know some of my co-workers which makes it feel more normal to be there.
On the note of co-workers though, there is a small point of discomfort I am attempting to address. Did anyone read my post from back in the spring where I oh so slyly put off my fellow bag-person in his pursuit of taking me out to dinner? Well to make an awkward story short there's a guy at work now, the 4' tall 28yr old dishwasher, who's been trying to ask me out since my first night at work. Always asking "what do you do for fun?" and "what're you doing after work tonight?" I told him that I was reading a book, which I was, that I had to finish. The next night he asks if I'm done with it. "Yup, I got another one." I reply. I don't want to be rude but uh no I don't really feel like going out for a drink with this total stranger who looks at me all the time.
Anyways, it's the only thing I haven't liked about the job so far. I try not to think about it, but for whatever reason I'm just creeped out. I'm thinking about going to Wal-Mart before work today and replacing my silver left-hand ring with some cheap cubic zirconium or plastic diamond engagement-type thing. Maybe it'll just stop all the oddness to look otherwise 'engaged'. I might just wear it all the time at work, it should ward off more harassing than my normal 'tough girl' aura.
No comments:
Post a Comment