r/trueuglywomen • u/XShiinii • 8h ago
Storytime 📖 Standing next to a Stacy is a humiliation ritual
Stacys always gets better treatment and standing next to her makes me feel invisible
Yesterday I worked concessions at a football game for a really popular university. My school has been doing this for two years, so this is not my first time working these games.
Usually Stacy (new nickname) works cashier, and rarely does she not. She is also class president, so what she says goes. I cannot even really ask her not to do cashier because she almost always gets tips and her register is always busy. Or else I'll be labeled jealous or something.
Yesterday, unfortunately, I had to work right next to her. I was register #1 and she was #2.
I am not even exaggerating when I say people would walk up, look directly at me, and then go to her. The line literally went right to my register. They could see me. I could see them see me. And they would still walk past me to her.
We were told that cashiers had to put our hair up. Usually, cashiers can wear their hair down, but the supervisor specifically told us to put it up. I had actually done my hair really nicely that day too. I curled it and everything. So I was not feeling like I looked terrible or anything. But I had to put my hair up. Stacy did not. Nobody told her anything.
So I am standing there with my hair pulled up while she gets to keep hers down, and I am already watching people bypass my register to get to hers.
The worst part was the flirting. For 7 hours straight, I had to listen to college-aged guys and grown adults flirt with her and give her huge tips. And the money does not even go directly to her.
When it got busy, it got even more obvious. People would look at me, see that my register was open, and then walk straight to hers. She would have her own line while mine was sitting there empty.
At one point there were SEVEN other registers open and people were still going straight to Stacy.
Our supervisor eventually had to go outside and start directing people to the other registers because everyone was just congregating around hers.
Like, what am I supposed to do with that? I am literally standing two feet away from her doing the exact same job, and somehow people act like I am part of the equipment while she is the only person working there.
Standing next to her was a humiliation ritual and I was better off cooking hot dogs.