This is my third blog post in English Composition. In My Name is Margaret (Maya Angelou), Margaret is working for a very rude and racist woman named Mrs. Cullian. She is constantly disgraced and has to put up with unnecessary comments and situations. I relate this back to my emotional scene because sometimes you have to be professional in a workplace and put aside your morals and what is right.
It was a regular day for me, working one of the best days of someone’s life. I've witnessed more wedding ceremonies and first dances than you could possibly imagine. I don’t even know if I would want one of my own at this point. Watching it over and over again almost makes it look fake and too planned out; each one is almost identical to the last apart from the color scheme. Everything was going smoothly, we had finished cocktail hour and moved on to serving the courses of dinner. I had just served the salad and pasta course with the rest of the banquet staff. We were now moving onto the difficult part: the main course. Since everyone gets something different it can be tedious to serve two hundred people in a timely manner. We must know the names of each person and what they ordered to ensure everyone gets their exact dish. If we make too many mistakes their won't be enough steak (for example) for the people who actually ordered it. We had gotten about halfway through serving dinner when I encountered a problem. A women I was serving had a problem with her dish because she was dairy free and at the time of ordering did not know this dish contained dairy. As I was discussing the alternative options we have for people with allergies I felt her husband begin to put his hand on my back. They couple was around forty five to fifty five years old and the husband looked like a major creep. I ignored him for the time being considering I'm used to people grabbing me for their attention. I was in the middle of a discussion and simultaneously trying to rush through this service so I could take my break. As we kept talking his hand slid down to my ass and he proceeded to grab my butt, hard. My entire body immediately flinched away from his grabby hands and I felt my blood begin to boil. Just to emphasize, he literally grabbed my ass in front of his wife while I was mid-discussion with her. I turned around and asked him what he could possibly be doing just for him to give me the most confused look I've ever seen on a man. I told him to never ever touch me again and if he would like my attention to use my name instead of touching me inappropriately. Both of them and the rest of their entire table looked at me like I was insane. I was feeling absolutely mortified for no good reason and red-hot angry. I stormed away from their table without giving either of them their dinner orders and approached both of my managers to tell them what happened. I was ready to explode, if I was anywhere else but this professional setting I would have slapped him right across his sorry-looking face.
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Alyssa
9/17/2019 05:25:01 am
Great work! I could feel two emotions in your story so far. In the beginning it seemed like you were happy and having a normal day and then it immediately changed to oh my I am scared, great transition from happy to scared. Keep up the good work.
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Billy Betson
9/17/2019 05:25:17 am
I am sorry that this dude was being so inappropriate towards you, there is absolutely no reason for it. I could not imagine how uncomfortable and disgusted you must have felt as this transpired. Great writing and I felt angry for you while reading this.
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Sabatino
9/17/2019 05:26:51 am
This post provides moments of description, clear action, and themes of anger and harassment. I am sorry to read this happened to you. But I appreciate you sharing this scene with us.
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naomi
9/17/2019 05:30:59 am
It is not you fault that the lady forgot to ask if it was dairy free thats her damn fault & Fuck her husband with his ignorant ass, i would've scream rape, told my manager or grab a glass off the table and hit him with it lolz, but seriously.
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