vein rejection
Feb 2nd, 2010 by micah the admin

I was a poor student so I decided to join the club and “donate” my plasma. You’d think it would be a pretty straightforward process: walk in, give plasma, walk out with monetary compensation.  But no. The first visit is at least three hours of tests, interviews, paperwork, and ultra-large needle sticking. But I never made it to the needle part. About 40 minutes in, I was ushered into a small room with two chairs and a table. I was told to lay my arms on the table for inspection. The first girl looked at me, muttered something, went out and brought back another employee. He shook his head and went out and brought back someone in more official looking scrubs. This guy took my arm, tapped my vein, and did the same to my other arm, never making eye contact with me. Then he said, “Nope. Not what we’re looking for” and quickly left me alone in the room. I had to track down the first girl to finally understand that I had been rejected for the small size of my veins. Me and my sub-par veins had to sit in the waiting room for another two and half hours for my husband to get done.

Beth the Other Admin

who was that jerk?
Feb 2nd, 2010 by micah the admin

I stopped at a gas station with two friends to get some coffee. While we were getting creamer and lids this dirty guy walked in. Both of my friends knew the guy but didn’t bother to introduce me. My jaw dropped as I watched this guy get his coffee. He was loud and laughing about non-interesting stuff. As he poured his coffee it sloshed all over the counter and some on the floor. He didn’t clean it up. He poured cream, it sloshed on the counter. He added sugar, it spilled on the counter and the floor. Then as he took the cup away it spilled a little more. He left in the same loud huff. I was not used to this. When we got into the car the first words out of my mouth were, “Who was that jerk?” My friend, who was driving, turned and said, “That is my brother.”  I didn’t even try to recover.

Micah the Admin

Feb 2nd, 2010 by micah the admin

I was 22 years old and in line at the grocery store to buy beer for my husband. Just as I finished unloading my groceries a long line of customers formed behind me, because I REALLY needed an audience for this awkward moment. The cashier took my license, swiped it, and the computer beeped. “It says on you’re license that you’re not 21 until April 2005,” she loudly accused. It was true – my license had that stupid red box around my picture and red lettering that said “Underage until April 2005.” Only today’s date was November 2006. So I told her. “Um, yeah. But it’s 2006.” To which she responded in an even louder, defensive tone, “It says you’re underage until April 2005!” and thrust my license in my face. This went on for a few minutes, her voice getting louder and mine getting mousier. I could feel all eyes staring at me. If I wasn’t underage, there was still no way I was walking out of this store without shame. It finally clicked with the cashier that I wasn’t a punk kid trying to get away with something and that it was in fact 2006,but she wasn’t about to get embarrassed. Keeping the focus all on me she had me pay for my groceries with my card and my beer separately with cash. Why? I still don’t know. But I made my husband buy his beer for a very long time after that.

Liz – VT

Feb 2nd, 2010 by micah the admin

During one year of my life I worked at a restaurant that served very expensive steak and good liquor.  One of the waiters I worked with was the best we had and knew it. He was a very tall handsome Arabian man that had the smooth, take control and appear caring way of being arrogant.  I was attracted to him.  One evening after work a conversation led to him getting the hint that I wouldn’t mind if he kissed me so much.  He proceeded to follow me into the fridge and romantically twirl me around and kiss me.  And then walked out.  Then as we left the building he proceeded to do it again just for a bit longer, and then I stopped him. I was very flattered but also saw how stupid and wrong it was.  So I told him never to do that again, I didn’t want to be that kind of girl.  He agreed and we moved on, so I thought the issue was taken care of and I didn’t have to worry anymore.  Wrong.
About two weeks later I was with him and another guy listening to music in his car.  I went to my car to get a CD and when I came back the other guy was gone and I was alone with this guy.  One thing lead to another and he made advances toward me and I caved… you know, since I thought he was hot and all.  So we heavily made out for like an hour.  Eventually… at 1:30am… I made up an excuse to leave and left.
Now it gets awkward.  The next day we worked together he announced to everyone that he was going to be bringing his family to the restaurant that Friday and he wanted a really good waiter/waitress to have their table because he wanted to make a good impression. The next detail is crucial.  He was living with a woman and had been for years.  I met her a few weeks later and she was really nice and wonderful, but that’s irrelevant.  She had two kids and he had two kids from a previous marriage which they were raising together.  When both of these incidences happened he had been telling us that they had broken up and he was moving out any day… blah blah blah.
Well that Friday night I was working in  the back when I was called by my boss to the front and said he had a table for me out on the patio.  He said “do your best”, confused at why he said that (also thinking I was not going to be the one chosen to take their table) I walked out and sitting at the table in the center of everything was him with his brother and his wife and then his girlfriend… I froze, I had never actually met her but I knew it was her.  I couldn’t talk.  I moved to the other side of the table and tried to go through the menu but I was opposite of him and he kept glaring at me with that look of “I know you’re incredibly humiliated, and I love it, and I’m going to keep doing it to you.”   When I took his menu he looked at me again with even more evil.  It was so awful.  I was holding back tears because I so mad at myself for believing him and mad because she had no idea who she was living with.  As I went back inside I wiped a few tears, breathed and decided all I could do was finish his table with dignity.  But I fumbled everything.  I got the wrong drinks, I dropped something, I forgot a salad and I wasn’t as nice as I wanted to be because every word was painful.   It was awful service.  When it was all said and done he left me a less than usual tip. A few weeks later he had the nerve to correct me on my service skills in front of a trainee.  Thankfully, he was fired a few weeks later.

Lucy – OK

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