A few of my Pizza Pals were having some beers Sunday night after everyone got off work. I babysat Sunday night, but then went over to join them after E and Mo were tucked safely in bed with their parents [Mind you I was coming from babysitting, so I had on shorts and a tank top, nothing fancy in the slightest] I got out of the car and my friend Nick didn't even recognize me. I was told that "the transformation was magnificent"
Magnificent? Apparently wandering around in a hundred degree kitchen with an ill fitting polo and my hair up in a ponytail does very little justice to how I look outside of work.
With this hoop-la from males and females alike about how different I look outside of work I finally added jokingly, "What am I a troll at work?" And with this came barrels of laughter and a nods of agreement.
Thus a troll was born, and it was all my fault.
What that means to me is that I need to put a little more effort into my appearance before going to work at night. I guess I always figure that the restaurant is hot, and people aren't going to change what they tip you based on your appearance, but maybe I'm wrong.
Moral of the story: People are always watching. Though I have never been much of a "girly-girl" I also realized this week that I do not want to be referred to as a troll by my coworkers and customers alike.
Personally I would have preferred a different fairy tale reference, maybe the ugly duckling who turns into a beautiful swan? I even would have taken the frog that you kiss and it turns into the prince(ss)
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| Mo and E entranced by a dinosaur movie |
What an awful thing to say! I'm pretty sure I've been the troll at work too. It's hard to look cute in an ill-fitting polo!
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One thing is for sure though...
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