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by Jamie Gentner, Outpost Staff
The grouchy man yells at her: "I wanna drink." "I'll be right there," she calls back. "Now, I wanna JB-- neat!" "Just one second, please." Jen works her way over there and politely asks what she can get him. "I already told ya. A JB neat. Like a good girl." Jen smiles at him and says, "I'll be right back with that." She is grumbling as she walks over to the bar with orders. I ask if that's normal. "Sometimes," she tells me. "You just put up with it. Anyone who thinks it
"Women treat you like a hooker sometimes. Like they are better than you or something. Of course you see hookers in here, but they usually aren't employees. Besides, if a girl is a hooker it's obvious. Waitresses usually don't risk it because there are cameras all over the place. It just isn't tolerated." At around 4 a.m. Jen takes a soda from the bartender and leans on the bar for a minute. "Tired," she said. "I've made another $97 though." She is off at 6 a.m. "Not too bad," she said. Jen ended up with less than $200 for the night. "I can make the rest up tomorrow." She makes her way back up to the locker room. With a smile she pulls on tennis shoes and sighs. "Good shoes." "What now?" I ask. "I have to go to the grocery store and later my kids want to go to the movies." posted: 3/10/1998 |
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