[[Still A Girly Girl: A Night On The Town]]

Mar 6, 2005

A Night On The Town

All of last winter while working at DBC, SC was the featured band on the weekends (I'm not going to post the full names here because I don't want Google hits from local people that might know me. I'd like to maintain some anonymity). They played two shows a week for probably four months, so everyone got used to having them around; they were like co-workers after the first few weeks, and friends not long after.

They've played three weekends at DBC since the termination of my employment, and I intended to go see all six shows. However, as I've mentioned before, I rarely leave the house unless I have to. I think it would be nice to go out, but then I can't be bothered showering and getting ready, and the idea of being around so many people stresses me out, so I decide that I can just go to the next show. I did that six times. Seven if you count last night.

I went to Radio Shack earlier today to finish my Photoshop download (turned out to be a 218MB, 5-hours-downloading, foreign-language-version waste of time), so I was already bathed and prettied-up, and when I started to feel bored and restless around midnight I decided that I should just stop procrastinating and go out.

It was good to see SC again. They're just a cover band, but they're really high-energy, and they're really friendly with the customers, so it's always a good experience for everyone. I had a massive school-girl crush on the drummer way back before I figured out that he flirts with everyone like he flirted with me and I had at least four other love-sick girls as competition.

I didn't get any questions about why I don't work there anymore. I'm sure that they asked those questions of my former co-workers long ago. I don't know what answer they were given, as only a few people really know what happened and everyone else just speculates, but it doesn't really matter to me.

I felt a bit awkward at the restaurant. The owner acts like I wasn't horribly mistreated by him and the manager, and if he even bothers to acknowledge me he's sickeningly cheerful and has never once pulled me aside to tell me that he's sorry for how things turned out, or to ask how things are going for me, or how I'm feeling. Everyone seems to have forgotten that I lost my job under very unfair circumstances. I want everyone to forget that I was sick last summer and never really gave anyone a reason why, but I want everyone to remember that I was fucked over in a major way.

I spent the entire time there tonight avoiding eye contact with all but a few people. I have a hard time being social with ex-customers that I was paid to be friendly with as a cocktail server, as nobody seems to be able to accept that my waitress personality was a ruse. Eryn The Cocktail Waitress was a well-played character. My job was to be outgoing and hospitable. I am no longer obligated to engage in sociable chit-chat with drunks that I can hardly stand or flirt with disgusting men who can barely keep their hands off of me. Luckily, I seem to have become invisible to those people didn't have to put up with any unwanted conversation.

Posted by erynthenerd @ 3:15 AM

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