Backhanded Compliment Moany Girl

At the end of the night last night I was talking to the cook and counting my money and Backhanded Compliment Moany Girl —I have like so much to say about her she continues to be absolutely dreadful but I’ll try to keep it to one anecdote at a time and just give her her own tag— came up to ask if I needed to cash in for bigger bills. It’s funny how she is never—oops there i go one anecdote at a time pls—ok.
Background I generally wear sweats or pajamas to work bc I do laundry after every shift and I don’t want to contaminate or fuck up anything I like, so I was wearing a gnr tank top with a hoodie, hoodie was unzipped bc I was hot. so the side of my boob was visible and she made a grossed out face and said “is that what you wore today?”
A) what if it was?
B) no for the reasons already mentioned
C) what is wrong with you?!
I try to be unfailingly polite to her just to demonstrate that like you don’t have to be an unending cunt to other women even if you hate them, so I just explained my overzealous laundry policy and saved my annoyance for regan.

Unfortunately when I exploded it all at R later and yelled about BCMG being a condescending fucking bitch, it turned out BCMG was in the next room.

And I feel guilty, I can’t decide if she is genuinely clueless bc her confidence in her own self-evident superiority has rendered her blind to how mean and petty she is, in which case there’s no hope for her, she is just tragically stunted and lacking in empathy and it was kind of pointlessly cruel of me to yell
Does she know and revel in her own horribleness?

I kind of think its the first one tbh. I think she genuinely does not see me and most of the other girls as fully formed people in the same way that she and the few other dancers who share her class background (& its accompanying dreary middle-class signifiers) are.
I mean when she found out I had graduated (and not just with an associates either) she looked absolutely stunned. It was like a dog told her it had a degree, and about as believable.


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