As I sit waiting for my wind shield to defrost I question why I came into work. Not only because it was slow but because I should’ve gotten an explanation to why I am suddenly back on the schedule especially when I find out they have been short staffed. Hmmm. On a normal occasion I don’t know if I’d mention tonight’s circus but I am disgusted and kind of pissed!
There are certain aspects about bartending that come with the territory. One of the unfortunates is the sexual harassment. I can banter with the best of them but tonight this sleaze took it to a whole new level. I was told to keep serving the asshole because he is loaded ie. wealthy Soooo, I did as I was told.
The bar was practically empty all night leaving only he and I, not that he cared about the few that were there, and it was a constant struggle. For beginners he propositioned the day bartender, offering her $1,000, she declined, reluctantly. (That’s a different story.) Me being her relief meant I had to endure his sexual advances with a smile on my face. Mind you any of the bars I have previously worked at would’ve flagged this dude and sent him on his way. No, not this “classy” bar.
Forgive me for my cynicism because I was warned about this place when I was hired on. The warnings were to heed the owner and a few of the bar patrons. With that said, all of this should come as no surprise.
I refuse to divulge the obscenities that came from this man’s mouth. At some point during the night he decided to disclose that he has been accused of a many thing’s he wasn’t guilty of and all I could hear was a voice in my head screaming RAPE! Well I used to question that head voice but I’ve learned it is always right. I didn’t ask any questions because honestly, I didn’t care to know and if it were rape, he did it, as far as I’m concerned. He gave me the heabygeebees. He is a prime example of money can not buy everything. As the night comes to a close we literally have to escort him to the door, give a directional push, and lock the door. His word’s made me feel like I was assaulted. Here’s the catcher…. As I was pulling out of the empty parking lot, he pulled back in signalling me to stop!!! Thank God I had pulled off and my manager was behind me. Scary, creepy and really!?!?!
All of this leads me to my point. The owner of the bar has no respect for me because if he had he would’ve inquired if I were comfortable, then make the decision if he stays or goes. That’s the thing about the other places I’ve worked, they allowed me to determine how much I could take, standing behind my decision whereas here I was told to take it. I don’t like that, at all. If I accept it tonight then I should expect it to happen again, if not many more time’s.
I have worked hard to get where I am with self respect and I’m not sure I will allow this to happen again. I weighed the pros and cons and frankly, I believe I will look for another second job. I’m no longer in the business of self degradation!!