...in a last ditch effort to make some extra cash for school tuition (this was maybe 3 months before i decided on finding my first club) i ventured to the nearest home of the iconic the neon orange shorts and subpar wings...yup went to hooters. So i've been serving for about 2 and half years, ive served everything from up scale food restaurants to packed sports bars. So i come into the downtown hooters in skinny jeans a mustard colored "fitted" v neck sweater and pumps and my winning smile.I have my resume jam packed with every thing from working high end retail to coaching cheerleading and of course the 2 1/2 serving years experience. Im super polite and nice to everyone from the hostess at the front all away to the spot on the wall i swear
. I sit down with the manager on duty we laugh and chat and he tells me about the job and how exciting it is. I express my thoughts ,ask questions, he let me know that he will give my application to the general manager and they will call me. A week later i called and checked in, one of the girls hung up on me...another on acted like she couldnt speak english....smh, i walked in saw the same manager and he explained that he had no power in hiring he just was the manager on duty .
What i noticed was there was a certain type of girls that were working there and that type was dumb as a box of rocks! ...this was confirmed when my co worker that had never served in her life got hired as a server... i love her but god gave her DD's and not brains. I let on that i was way too smart, the resume was a dead give away too. Not getting that job was a bit of a shot to my self esteem. I kept thinking was i too tall,am i not skinny enough,is it the boobs. i would look at my friend and almost pick myself apart comparing and i just decided im just too damn smart ... and i was fine with that
....fast forward to now and i walk into my first club and owner takes one look at me and says "yes! your hired u'll make so much money, theres something about you...your tall and exotic...u'll do very well here"![]()




. I sit down with the manager on duty we laugh and chat and he tells me about the job and how exciting it is. I express my thoughts ,ask questions, he let me know that he will give my application to the general manager and they will call me. A week later i called and checked in, one of the girls hung up on me...another on acted like she couldnt speak english....smh, i walked in saw the same manager and he explained that he had no power in hiring he just was the manager on duty .
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