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:
Justin, you should feel good. It's not all about the money!!
Free gaf party!!
At least you got laid, right?
Justin,
Three cheers for self-respect!!!
Have an effing awesome Man Cave holiday weekend.
Alex
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
You made the right choice, Justin!
-Dean
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!
Honestly, what a creep. You did the right thing.
Gonna have...um, GUESTS...in that Mancave? Gonna tell us all about it?
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