I Am a Work Whore, Apparently.

Wow.  After all my bitching last post about how much I absolutly detest my

new shitty-corporate-hellhole-chain-restaurant gig...

I actually had a good day at work today!

(Why hello there Karma, I am your bitch.)

For starters, I woke up extra early today (which like, never happens)

(I am not happy Baby in the morning, teeeeeeeerust.)

& got myself a hazelnut coffee & an everything bagel with jalepeno cream cheese

 (SOBOMMBBBB!!)

from Brueggers & took my time getting ready.

(mmmm, how Lovely.)

Then I got to shitty-corporate-hellhole-chain-restaurant

& realized I was opening with my favorite co-worker, Jared.

(which, also, like never happens.)

See, the thing about male severs is this:

off the bat 90% of them are gay*

out of the other 10%...

5% are in serious denial of their homosexuality

and the other 5% are really & truely straight.

However, out of those straight men..

Half are known to have homosexual tendencies

& the other half act overtly obnoxious & macho to make they're straightness

perfectly clear.

My co-worker Jared happens to fall into the 2.5% of male servers who could go either way.

Hetero? Homo? Who knows..?

I sure didn't.

But alas, Jared does indeed have a girlfriend.

(Mystery solved!)

Straight as a pole ladies & gentlemen..

And so he is by far my favorite co-worker.

No meathead/macho/asshole tendencies to speak of

unlike the rest of my straight male co-workers.

(Actually, unlike most of the males in my life. Period.)

So, we set up the Res and he called me "Darling" & "Babe" & "Sweetie"

and I smiled because he's a-freakin-dorable.

And then he invited me to a party his frat is throwing next weekend

and I said, "Yes" because I adore him so.

Shortly after I realized I'd be working with WorkCrush as well!

(eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeekkkkkkkkkk! *giggles & blushes excessivley*)

(Yes, I promise I am an adult. Not a 5 year old girl.)

WorkCrush is seriously HOT.

Smokin' in fact.

Tall, dirty blonde & all american surfer boy looks.

(Yum!)

However, of course

He is taken as well.

(Sigh.)

Whatever. Minor detail.

I still flirt like crazy. (Natch.)  And to my shock & dismay, he keeps right up with me!

(Why I do not know?  But, eff it. I'll just keep on going with it!)

And that definetly makes my day a little more enjoyable.

So, even though I only had four tables...

and my tips were seriously lame.

(I walked with $25 after tipping out the cashier & hosts)

Just a little bit of male attention

made my whole day 100 times more enjoyable.

How freakin' typical.

*Claims not based on any facts whatsoever.  Just the personal experiences and observations of a part time waitress.  We here at Sex in San Diego do not promote or endorse stereotyping of any kind.  Unless it makes us giggle, of course.