I had a very interesting experience last night. A customer blatantly disrespected me while the (female, Korean) owner of the bar sat blithely at his side probably massaging his leg.
It was apparent even at my interview that it was going to be a challenge fitting in at that bar. I could see the way the owner looked at me, seeing a princess that wasn’t going to be able to hack it. I knew I had the job because I could see her thinking I was too good for that place. And I am. But all I wanted was something different. And I knew it would be interesting. You can find interesting things in a pile of feces. Like last night.