Cooking

So, I cook. For a living. I started at assembling salads a few weeks ago and have since almost replaced the the guy one station up (read: more advanced, busier) from mine. Did I mention that everyone else in the kitchen is male? Cooks, managers, food runners, dishwashers, everyone. The servers are all female, and made to wear miniskirts with kneesocks and tight shirts. You know the place; every city has one. What you don't know but could probably surmise is that the managers/employees of the place, if male, objectify women and feel they are unworthy of respect, and that the employees, if female, have little to no self-respect and/or may not be qualified to go by the alias of Ms. Independent. Unfortunately, in this micro-universe, I stick out like a used condom on the pier where you're walking with your children. How can it possibly be, some wonder, that this young female wants to cook and not serve? So odd. Since this is so shocking to the males with whom I work, they deem fit to treat me as if i pranced around in whore's garb feeding and cleaning up after them. I didn't want to pull the "sexual harassment equals joblessness" card so quickly, but those of lesser intelligence are more helped by extremes, less by subtlety. Assholes.

phone calls from old friends

I love this girl.
Memorable quotes: "We are not starting a band so you can have more sex."