Thursday, September 2, 2010

SUSHI, SEXUAL HARASSMENT AND OTHER SHIT

Japanese restaurants have never been my thing; they are inherently expensive, too formal and smell like raw fish. I'm not a fan of any of those things. So, why I thought I could work in a place where I couldn't turn my back on the Head Chef for more than a brief moment...I don't know.

I worked a single shift on Monday night, for 5 hours and it was an experience that utterly bewildered me. Did I mention I don't like sushi? I don't. And I had, at one point try a roll with octopus in it (gagging still). But being the hard working sort I am, and not wanting to let down the friends and family that got me the job, I determined to push on.

After that shift, I went the other location of the bar I have been working at (just around the corner from the sushi place). 2 beers later my new manager shows up, fucking hammered. Telling me how "handsome" I am, and how noticed my flat stomach during the interview and other creepy shit and how much he likes my taste in sneakers (duh, it's impeccable, but WHAT?).

After a few more beers I decided I needed to walk to the corner to jump on a bus, but he insisted I share his cab. Here's where I made a mistake. I agreed. He told the driver NOT to stop where I needed to jump out, and seeing as he was so drunk he was bouncing off walls, I agreed to see him into his apartment. Dumb, I know, but I'm a nice guy like that.

He pours 2 glasses of wine even though I ask him not to, but not wanting to be rude to my NEW BOSS I accept. Here's where things really took a turn for the worst. Mind you, he never forced himself on me, but he might as well have. He begged me to stay the night. Under normal circumstances, I would be flattered. But he's lucky I didn't beat the shit out of him.

Needless to say, this whole experience (many details of which I decided to excise) soured me on fine dining, and yesterday, I called this guy up...and fucking QUIT. My determination to stick it out, and make much needed money and my self respect battled, but ultimately, the latter won out. And I feel good about that.

I feel good.

PS - My Roommate left for a 3 week visit home to Europe. The Man Cave is in full effect. I'm not closing the door when I drop a deuce, wearing nothing but gym shorts and smoking inside. And it's fucking great. Strike that, it's FUCKING AWESOME.

8 comments:

drew said...

Justin, you should feel good. It's not all about the money!!

Mind Of Mine said...

Free gaf party!!

Anonymous said...

At least you got laid, right?

Anonymous said...

Justin,
Three cheers for self-respect!!!
Have an effing awesome Man Cave holiday weekend.
Alex

Xtremeforce said...

Justin,


Way to go but I bet you new that night you were going to quit so you could have landed a right hook.

I've never met you or know what you look like but your writing exudes confidences that I find fucking sexy.

Paul

Dean Grey said...

You made the right choice, Justin!

-Dean

ex-roomie said...

Like we talked about, if the same situation happened to a woman, that guy would be in some serious trouble. There should be no double standard. Totally inappropriate. You made the right decision. Although I am sad not to have a buddy at a high-end sushi restaurant!

Jnk Nswt said...

Honestly, what a creep. You did the right thing.

Gonna have...um, GUESTS...in that Mancave? Gonna tell us all about it?