I work at a restaurant in the middle of an open mall/ heinous compound called Easton. As such I have to walk through the mall area in my uniform coming to and from work every day. This doesn’t seem odd except for the fact that I am a woman dressed in a men’s white button up shirt with tie, black pants and long black apron, with my hair up. Tres sexy. The way that people look at me is like they’re viewing a circus freak. Am I really equivalent to the bearded lady?
When we’re inside the walls of the restaurants nobody thinks twice about our masculine uniforms. Yet, when we are outside, it’s like people are viewing us outside of our natural habitat, like a grizzly bear in Chicago, or a teacher outside of school. It’s apparently super bizarre to the mall patrons. As far as I can discern from their confused and even disgusted looks, my being in a server uniform is the most horrifying thing they’ve witnessed in at least 36 minutes.
Even worse than the “what the fuck is wrong with you” looks, is the fact that most people treat us like we don’t exist. It’s that damn uniform. God forbid I want to go grab food or shop on my break while still wearing it, because then the people of Easton show me what they really think of me. I, and many of my co-workers, have had people just run right into them or slam doors in their faces. I have seen someone hold open a door for three other people right in front of me and then just shut it in my face. Everyone there just looks right past us, or looks down on us. I know those looks, the “I’m better than you because you serve people for a living” looks. I invented and mastered the snide, condescending bitch glare, don’t try to use it on me like I don’t know what you’re thinking.
My point is I’m tired of being looked down on by people in a FUCKING MALL who in reality probably make less than I do, yet choose to judge me because they have no control in their own lives. Bitches. Oh well, only a week and a half left before I become fully visible to the ever-prestigious world of Easton Towne Center. Maybe they’ll treat me like an actual human being now… A girl can only dream.
never had I felt lower as a server than when the very pregnant teen working the grave shift at the local supermarket looked down on me. and, she was shorter than me, so that was extra bad. i feel your pain.