This one time…I thought it would be a good idea to be a dispatcher for a trucking company. I went from working at the Museum of Modern Art in New York City to working as a trucking dispatcher in Louisville, Kentucky. The woman I worked for was a lunatic but taught me a very important lesson on how NOT TO BE. She cried on the job. She was emotional. She was erratic. She didn’t know if she was a lesbian or not. I think she tried being a lesbian because men had rejected her so much. She made me never want to work for another woman again.
I was waiting tables at a French restaurant and she offered me a “desk job” so I leaped at the opportunity.
The drivers only had a few complaints… my clothing was too revealing and my mouth too dirty. REALLY? My mouth was offensive to the drivers? What a bunch of fucking pansies.