Which, side note, everyone guest I deal with ask me where I am from. And today this one gentleman from New Zealand asked me where I was from. I proceeded to say America, and he said 'Where in America?' So I said Midwest. Then he laughed at me and asked me where I was from again. And I repeated myself. So he said "Canada is in America. Are you Canadian?" I said no and he just laughed ad laughed. He knew damn well what part of Merica I was talking about. Like, get outta here dude.
Anyway, so these ladies from United airlines just absolutely love me. Except the younger ones. Who you can clearly tell has just got hired. And that's ok, because I don't need they stank attitude anyway. #byefelicia. But the older woman are so friendly. And they tip me every time. LOL. So they have a particular group they connect with. I don't now if it's on FB or what. But today they ask me if they could put my picture on their group page. They want everyone in the group to know that I am the bartender to see when they come and have drinks. I have become the favorite bartender with the United airline group!!
I am not that surprised though, cause bitches is fan fucking-tastic. However, I don't think my male coworkers like that. I wish I had fucks to give to them, but I sadly ran out years ago. I am 1 of 2 girl bartenders and am the only one that works on a regular basis in the bar. I'll allow them to have their little male complex and think they can just boss me around for a couple more days. But they don't know me. Not only am I fantastic at what I do, but I'm efficient. And they better start loving me because I am not only bringing in business and making the bar a shit ton of money. But I do all the bitch work and am bringing in more and more tips with every shift I work.
Don't get me wrong, they are pretty good at their job. It's just they don't have that special personality trait that I have. LOL. Which is ok. But they need to understand that I know what I am doing, and just let me do it. K. Thanks. And if I don't know, I will just figure it out on my own like I've been doing. Now that I think about it though, this is probably why I don't have friends at work. Yet. They will love me. LOL.
Speaking of love, the security guards at my job are too fine for their own good. Yes indeed. Also, Shout out to my bitchiness sensai. Who teaches me how to properly be in touch with my bitch mode and how to hold on to all of my 'fucks' for a special occasion. LOL. Thanks Caitlin! And thanks to my fellow classmates, Jess, Mandy, Erica, And Gigi, for helping me stay on track, OK here's a picture.
This bird scares the crap out of me. I keep imaging it gauging my eyes out for my food. The birds here are too serious about other peoples food,
Bird: "bitch I don't want yo salad."
Me: "I know bro. Me either." But that salad was on point though. Not even gonna lie.
A perfect representation on why Cockatoos are assholes. I still have a scare from that bite.
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