Reflections Into Jade's Life
Waitress Stories: The Tilted Kilt Experience
Several years ago I had the unfortunate accident of working for a company called "The Tilted Kilt." Well, actually it was called something else, that was just the name of some branch of a low budget whore house. Anyway, I needed the job, and I needed the money, and it wasn't a full on strip club. We weren't allowed to remove our clothing. Anyway, after two weeks and raking in like $2,000 I got my pay stub from our training week which consisted of 5 days, 5-7 hours each day of training. Training pay was not included on our checks and they tried to say, "Oh yes this $121.00 right here is your training pay." But then with all the overtime hours I worked in the first two weeks, I should have earned a lot more.
To make a long story short, they fired me after I told the other girls. Because frankly, they broke the law and knew it. Looking back, I probably could have sued, won, and avoided living in poverty for another month while in Columbus. But... whatever. I still kept half of their uniform and took these hilariously incriminating photos.
I came across these photos.. while sorting through my laptop's storage drive... at the time it happened I felt it was a bit too soon to post these! But 4 years, hell, it's been long enough.
Yes, this is your former TK girl, but she's not exactly what you'd have in mind!
Please assume a French accent whilst reading my captions.
|Ellooo, may I take your ordere? Plez, hurry as we are very, very busy. You mighta like ze sausage plattere. Do you like sausage, yes?|
Aye! I brought your drink! But, it appears some of it has been drank, by the alcoholic chef in ze back! Whoops! We will comp dat off your meal... zank you sir, for your understandings.
Ay yi yi! I has had such long day being hit on by old men old enough to be my fajha. Time for a nice relax session. Oh yes, dis is nice herbal remedy for such big headache from so many asshole pepple.
Aye! All betta now. I feel great! Time for a photo shoot... yes... plez take my picture with the customere!
Oh boy, look at mi ass! Like my new tattoo? Very fitting. All I needs now is a beer gut to go wit ze tattoo!
I vill be ze BEST Tilted Kilt Girl to ever walk za planet!
Pardoname while I suck on zees pen before you scribble my tip, sir.
Oh dear sir, please tip me good, I get pen nice and ready for you to write a numba on ze paper telling me how good I did at da service.
No tip? Well fine fack you azzhole!
This experience was just one more reason that made me resent the food & customer service industry. Just before moving to Florida I cut open the bra and found a silicone packet inside the cups that oozed a fluid out and all over my hands. The damn thing never fit me right anyway. I trashed that piece of shit!
Hahaha. Hope you enjoyed.
Until next time!