Heh, isn't there always? Ok, this is gonna be long, so here it goes...
I work at a very very small hole in the wall type dive bar. I love it. Everyone knows everyone, it's a nice relaxed vibe, and the money is good. Hell, it's like Cheers with boobies. I've been there about a year now.
There's a girl that started awhile ago, that is, well, disgusting. She's loud and obnoxious, overweight, won't even take her dress off because her stretch marks and post-baby tummy are so bad, and looks like her favorite hair appliance is a fork and a light socket. Oh, and she's the club's local whore. She repeatedly leaves with customer after customer to, ya know, hang out![]()
Recently she asked me to cover her shift at work, an hour before she was supposed to be there. I couldn't, said no, and since then, she has been on a rampage to fuck my life up. First, it started with her ranting and raving to a dancer friend of mine, in the middle of the bar, at top volume, about what a bitch I was because I wouldn't cover her shift. And since I didn't have kids, I should fucking work for herI ignored it, didn't say a word. (I hate drama)
Next, I listened to the SAME conversation, about what a bitch I am and such, AT MY STAGE, with her bitching to the only tipping customer in the bar. I walked over, squatted down, said "hey, if you're gonna talk shit, talk it quietly, I can hear you". She swore up and down it wasn't about me, as I got off stage, talked more shit (that I can still hear mind you, cuz the girl isn't exactly quiet). I spoke to the owner (he was managing that night) because frankly, I wasn't gonna deal with her, and normally he's pretty good about fixing things. No dice, my word against hers apparently, and I have to deal with it.
Fast forward to last night...my big spending customer (we call him my Mexican boyfriend) comes in and says, "OH HI! You're getting married huh??? That's cool, you should have told me!!!" Uh, wtf. I lie my way out of it, I don't know what you're talking about, no I'm not, blah blah blah, who the fuck told you that? He wouldn't tell me, eventually he lied and said 'um, one of her (aforementioned dancers) friends. I know who said it, I know it was her, and I know he's lying. (I've never even met her friend, and she wouldn't have any idea I was getting married).
Problem is, this girl has fallen under some sort of protection at the club, she's gotten in good with the owner's girlfriend, and even though she keeps fucking up, she's not getting fired. I don't wanna let a bitch run me out of my own club, especially one like her, but I can't deal with her fucking up my money all the time either. I'm kind of at a loss for what to do....help?



I ignored it, didn't say a word. (I hate drama)
I believe you Dottie and you have my support
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