I've seen her before, have annoyed her in the past, and will now respectfully decline to serve her shall I see her again.
Sometimes I love my job!
gma, I am the manager, and we don't have bouncers (just a nice family restaurant), so it was up to me to drop kick her out the door. It doesn't happen often in our restaurant, thankfully.
My point is though, even though someone called me fat, it didn't hurt. Instead of hurting me, sending me back into the kitchen to cry, I found myself growing more confident every time she said the word fat, or each time I played it over in my head. It truly was an eye opening experience, realizing that I could love myself *right now*, just as I am, and not when I reach goal, or after plastic surgery, or after those jeans fit me just right. It was weird!
It's a shame that I had to be called names to come to that realization, but I guess all that matters is that I got there. Drunkenmeanlady may have thought she won, by hurting me, but I gained such insight about myself from just one little word directed at me, that maybe I need to thank her. And show her the psychiatrists' section of the phonebook.
Nasty lady at work...
Ggood for you on feeling good about yourself and your accomplishments!!!!!
