Esteem Destroyer

I was working a lunch shift when the dinner hostess called and said she couldn’t come in.  I generously offered to work as a hostess that night, still naive enough to want to impress Tweedle Dim Sum.  Caroline, the lunch hostess offered to let me borrow her dress shirt so I could look a little less haggard that night.  We grabbed Tweedle Dim Sum and cautiously asked her if the switch was okay, since Tweedle Dim Sum didn’t despise her and wish her a lifetime of suffering and ill will.

Tweedle Dim Sum: She can’t work as hostess. She no good at her own job.  She be terrible as hostess.

Caroline: She’ll be fine, don’t worry.

Tweedle Dim Sum: She has no clean clothes.  She look disgusting.

Caroline:  It’s okay, I’ll let her borrow my shirt.

Tweedle Dim Sum: She can’t do that.  She way too fat to fit in your shirt.

I gave up.  In the last 15 seconds, I had been called a fat disgusting shit employee.  I decided that an extra 30 bucks wasn’t worth being around this woman for an entire day.

 

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