Started my new job today. Well, orientation anyways.
Mostly a good day. Place has amazing benefits (100% medical is paid by the casino).
But all it takes is one thing to completely ruing my day.
We had our uniform fittings today, which, for a bigger guy like me, is always a challenge. But their sizes are several sizes smaller than actual sizes. So the size that I requested was WAY too small. IE: every button would have popped off if i so much as sneezed. They didnt have "my size" in stock, so they have to special order my uniforms, which will take up to 8 weeks to come in. SO hopefully they can find something for me to wear until then, otehrwise i cant start working (i will be working in a very secured area, so uniforms are very carefully chosen).
But the worst part was when the wardrobe lady figured out what size i would need, she yelled it out at the top of her lungs to the other attendant. In front of more than a dozen other employees, including several attractive women.
I dont wanna say what my actual size is, but when someone yells "We need to special order 8XL shirts for this guy!!" at the top of her lungs, for everyone to hear... thats really fucking embarassing. I wanted to cry. Then she had the fucking nerve to complain to me how much they're gonna have to spend on each shirt ($100+ each), as if it was something i could help at the moment.
Mostly a good day. Place has amazing benefits (100% medical is paid by the casino).
But all it takes is one thing to completely ruing my day.
We had our uniform fittings today, which, for a bigger guy like me, is always a challenge. But their sizes are several sizes smaller than actual sizes. So the size that I requested was WAY too small. IE: every button would have popped off if i so much as sneezed. They didnt have "my size" in stock, so they have to special order my uniforms, which will take up to 8 weeks to come in. SO hopefully they can find something for me to wear until then, otehrwise i cant start working (i will be working in a very secured area, so uniforms are very carefully chosen).
But the worst part was when the wardrobe lady figured out what size i would need, she yelled it out at the top of her lungs to the other attendant. In front of more than a dozen other employees, including several attractive women.
I dont wanna say what my actual size is, but when someone yells "We need to special order 8XL shirts for this guy!!" at the top of her lungs, for everyone to hear... thats really fucking embarassing. I wanted to cry. Then she had the fucking nerve to complain to me how much they're gonna have to spend on each shirt ($100+ each), as if it was something i could help at the moment.
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OH my God that "Image Only" spider picture.... OMG... I hate spiders