not be judged

I don’t care what people think of me.

I’m a waitress at steak n shake in boardman. for the dresscode policy, we are not allowed to have miscolored hair, tattoos, or piercings. well, i’ve been there for over 2 years, so they let me slide on somethings. well last sunday i had a table of 4 kids, and you could tell they were goodie- goodies. well, i had my hair dyed blue, my ears gauged, and i wasn’t covering up my tattoo, plus i have some pins on my apron, anyway, i walk up to the table, the guy on the end gets one look at me, and says; “can we have another waitress? i don’t feel comfortable with you serving our food.” like- how the fuck are you just going to say that to someone? people are so ignorant. slipknot had it right when they wrote the song: people = shit.