Post by bromtastic on Jul 3, 2012 23:40:14 GMT -5
Bridie hated working on Fridays. Well, that wasn't completely true. She made the biggest tips on Friday night but she didn't like actually being there. She was surrounded by rich old people. Or rich plastic people. Or just really rich people. She didn't really have a problem with the rich, per say, just their attitudes. Some of their attitudes. To most of them, she was merely a serving girl. And so from 4pm to 11pm, she had to smile gracefully and kindly while being bitched at because their steak wasn't cooked enough.
She hated how she had to wear her hair back in a tight ponytail. Or how her shirt had to be perfectly clean, white and button. The dress code required a black tie, a black vest, a tight black skirt that was hemmed at the knees, shiny black heels and sheer pantyhose. Bridie really hated pantyhose.
She hated a lot of things, especially on Fridays. If she had it her way, she'd be in bed or at the Jazz bar. Maybe she'd be at a party. Or just watching a black and white film with Joselyn. Every centimeter of her body and mind wanted to complain. Hell, as some old woman complained about the wine for the hundredth time, Bridie wished she could just quit. But the money was good, really good. On a Friday night she could easily bring home three hundred dollars in tips. Usually it was more. And she was good at her job, great at giving costumer service.
This surprised a lot of people she knew as she was known to be tactless and abrasive. But in everyday life she wasn't paid to be nice to people. At Chez Pierre, she was. It was acting. Something she seemed to be very good at. Just like she could act like nothing fazed her, she could act like the world revolved around the costumer. She was so excellent at her job, there was talk of promoting in the next months. Bridie wasn't sure if she liked this idea. She wasn't even sure if she'd like to stay at Chez Pierre longer than necessary. It wasn't what she wanted to do with her life.
Her break was coming up soon. Couldn't wait to loosen her tie for ten minutes and sit out back. Bridie really wanted cigarette though it was frowned upon since the smoke clung to her clothes. The management didn't think it was a pleasant aroma. Personally, Bridie rather liked the smell of cigarettes. It was reminiscent of boys she once loved.
Only two more minutes until her break.
She hated how she had to wear her hair back in a tight ponytail. Or how her shirt had to be perfectly clean, white and button. The dress code required a black tie, a black vest, a tight black skirt that was hemmed at the knees, shiny black heels and sheer pantyhose. Bridie really hated pantyhose.
She hated a lot of things, especially on Fridays. If she had it her way, she'd be in bed or at the Jazz bar. Maybe she'd be at a party. Or just watching a black and white film with Joselyn. Every centimeter of her body and mind wanted to complain. Hell, as some old woman complained about the wine for the hundredth time, Bridie wished she could just quit. But the money was good, really good. On a Friday night she could easily bring home three hundred dollars in tips. Usually it was more. And she was good at her job, great at giving costumer service.
This surprised a lot of people she knew as she was known to be tactless and abrasive. But in everyday life she wasn't paid to be nice to people. At Chez Pierre, she was. It was acting. Something she seemed to be very good at. Just like she could act like nothing fazed her, she could act like the world revolved around the costumer. She was so excellent at her job, there was talk of promoting in the next months. Bridie wasn't sure if she liked this idea. She wasn't even sure if she'd like to stay at Chez Pierre longer than necessary. It wasn't what she wanted to do with her life.
Her break was coming up soon. Couldn't wait to loosen her tie for ten minutes and sit out back. Bridie really wanted cigarette though it was frowned upon since the smoke clung to her clothes. The management didn't think it was a pleasant aroma. Personally, Bridie rather liked the smell of cigarettes. It was reminiscent of boys she once loved.
Only two more minutes until her break.