On being a difficult employee
An awful thing happened while I was waitressing around America. I got promoted. At a Hilton hotel, of all places, the managers decided I should be “a hostess” and that I should be very grateful for the opportunity. Obviously I wasn’t, and complained bitterly to my housemates, as I was used to tips.
The absolute worst thing was what I had to wear: a white…
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