Aussie adventures: Confronting these hoes

Before I came to Australia, I was in therapy. I must say, it was the best thing I could have ever done for myself. I still can't thank Mandy enough for helping me find the place that I did. I feel like my therapist had really helped me. Despite our huge differences. But I have manage to use the skills that he helped me find. Which I know he would be so proud of me. One of the things he really helped me with was confrontation. Well more just telling the person they pissed me off that they pissed me off. I mean now I love it. It's so liberating. That being said, I had to have a nice talking to with a few people at work about how they need to stop treating me a certain way.

So I know sometimes I can be very irrational. It's to the point where I need to be getting paid for being a prime example of irrationality. So when I feel like someone is treating me a certain type of way, I have to take a step back and really look at the situation. And I do that by bitching to my friends and them telling me I'm tripping real hard. And I'm like, ok. You right. So when I analyzed a few situations at work, I thought oh hell no. He coming at me oh so wrong. And like I've said before, a bitch need her job.

I was working in the bar yesterday and my favorite peoples to work with weren't there. So I had to work with the boys that I don't normally work with. And the new guy. Which I absolutely love. He just started last week. Fucking hilarious. And he actually helps me to do things. Like most of the guys in the bar treat me like I am suppose to do the cleaning and all the shitty jobs. But he makes it shared work. Well him and one other bar boy. Which is why I like working with them. It makes things so much easier when I'm not pissed for being treated like a second class citizen. Then I don't have to stab nobody.

Anyway, the other two fellas I worked with yesterday kinda got under my skin. Normally I would let the anger linger then blow the fuck up. But this time, I just went to them right away. Cause I'm getting to old for that shit. I mean a bitch is pushing 30 after all. I gots to be thirty flirty and thriving! But I was focusing on the lobby, which my manager explained to me why he wanted me to focus on it. So I'm making more of effort to prioritize my responsibilities at work now. So I wasn't really behind the bar. So guy 1 would ask me to basically do his job by running drinks to the restaurant. The bar normally has 2 bartenders that stay behind the bar, a drinks runner, and a lobby attendant. So it is 4 of us in total. But the new guy and guy 2 were the ones who had to stay behind the bar. So guy 1 kept trying to tell me to run the drinks. And I'm like, naw bro. That's your job.

Well obviously I didn't actually say that. But I did say my focus is on the lobby tonight. Which is why they brought in a drinks runner. After that, guy 1 stopped asking me to run drinks for him. Good. cause I'm not doing your job and mine. Bitch please. He had me fucked up! So then later in the evening, I was making a drink and guy 2 comes at me too sideways. Now I know what the fuck I'm doing when I make drinks right? So I'm pouring the drink and he stops me and is like, you are using the wrong alcohol. Then he pulls another bottle down and tells me the "right" alcohol to use. Right in front of all the customers. So everyone is looking at me like I don't know what I'm doing and they choose not to go to me to order drinks. I was so fucking embarrassed.

So I let him finish helping the other customers. Then a little later I pulled him to the side and told him that I knew what I was doing when I picked up the more expensive bottle of alcohol. I said, I understand you don't work with me often, but I do know what I'm doing. I chose the more expensive one for a reason. And him and guy 1 need to stop treating me like I don't know what I'm doing. Because you are pissing me off. I've been in this damn industry longer than they have been out of fucking high school. Ok. So they need to back the fuck off and let me do what I do best. Which is make our company money. Then he felt bad and apologized. Which he should. Because you could have pulled me to the side to say that to me after I finished with the customer. Just like when a guest ask me why we had changed our policy on having tabs, and I was explaining it to him. Then guy 2 comes along talks over me to repeat the same shit I already said. So just like my favorites that I work with, I'm going to have to shut guy 1 & 2 male ego down when they talking to me. Thing 1 and thing 2 having asses. They about to make me become an unfriendly black hottie. And they will not like that and I will not give two shits.

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