You know you’re part of an all-male staff…

Categories work, joy, me

– when your collegues greet you “Hi summergoddess!” for just wearing a dress to work
– when a squiffy male guest approaches the bar and all of a sudden there’s 3 waiters behind you, asking pointedly how they may help?
– when the cook hang out long after he’s off-duty, to ensure you’re going home safe and done closing the restaurant.
– when your collegues take over responsability of the winecellar because the 7 male guests there got drunk and too-bold (on expensive wine that *you* sold them), and you ought not to “hang ’round these people anymore”.

While I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself, I absolutely love to feel protected like that. I adore my collegues.

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