I Scare People.

I am in college with a part time job at a fast food joint. I know it is not a glamorous or coveted job, but I get flexible hours and free food. I work hard and efficiently, especially when cleaning, which is why I look kind of funny all of the time. 

 

I cannot help but look crazy because I work with boys. Do not get me wrong, I love working with guys. They are a secretly more sensitive than girls, but are generally a hundred times funnier. This probably makes me shallow, but if you are not funny I will not be friends with you. If being a little shallow is wrong, well.. I still do not want to be friends with you. Anyways, the downside to working with boys is that they are not skilled at cleaning. They can easily recognize a clean surface from a dirty one, but somehow do not comprehend the process to get to the goal of cleanliness. This drives me insane. When I clean the dining room at night, my partner, who is closing with me, usually complains. I take my time sweeping the floors and make sure I wipe every millimeter of every table. I check over what my partner has done, meaning I fix what they did wrong without them noticing.The dining room looks quite sparkley by the time I am done with it. The guys I close with used to try to make me work faster (or poorly) until I threatened to sing songs from Enchanted. A little Disney can go a long way.

I did not realize I had an acute OCD until I started working here. We were trained to actually serve customers rather than give them their food and pick our bellybuttons. That cleaning is important, but keeping the customer happy is more important. I get it! I used to walk around the dining room asking customers if I could take their trash for them or refresh their drinks. Most of them look at me in fear before responding and I do not really understand this. I am not threatening their firstborn, but just wanting to wipe their crumby mess up.

Some people stick their tongues out because I am beautiful. Not scary.

After they take a moment to regroup, this type will ALWAYS say no to whatever I ask them. I do not understand this. I can clearly see that their table has ketchup smeared everywhere and yet they still say no. This makes me feel like a robot because I cannot comprehend why they want a ketchupped table.

I am not trying to invade your space, but yet you look at me as though the smoke monster is coming out of my face.

I do not really understand this.