So I volunteer at a local fire department's fish fry. I have been doing so for the past 7 years (since I was in 8th grade) and used to really enjoy it. I minded my own business and stayed out of the drama, which really worked up until my senior year in high school. Keep in mind I am the youngest one there by probably a good 15-20 years.
Anyways, my senior year in high school I ended up asking a guy in the fire department to be my senior project mentor. I have remained friends with him and have become good friends with his wife, "L" who also works the fish fries (though she typically works the lunch shift with her daughter as she homeschools and is available during the day unlike most of the others). Another woman, "K", whose son I went to school and was in the marching band with and she chaperoned a lot of marching band events, also works the fish fries. I used to be ok with her, she once introduced me to someone as "the daughter she wish she had" and tried to set me up with her son on multiple occassions, but she seemed to think her and I were much closer than we were. K is the main source of most of the drama. She started stuff with L my senior year of high school, talking about how L doesn't do anything, her daughter gets in the way and shouldn't be there, blah blah blah (all of which completely untrue, L and her daughter do most of the lunch shift by themselves with maybe one other person helping them). K tried to drag me into this, knowing that L's husband was my senior project mentor. I wasn't friends with L at the time (I had only met her once or twice), but I was not about to be gossiping about my mentor's wife. He was doing me a favor by helping me out and, though I know he wouldn't do it, he could have literally had me fail my senior year of high school. All he had to do was give me poor marks on my evaluation and that would have been it. That was the end of my relationship with K.
So now, two years later, the gossip is worse than ever before. Last Friday K was there, chatting with people. There had been some people sitting there waiting for K to take their orders (most of the drama stems from people being VERY possessive "This is MY table, don't even look at MY table if you want to live to see next fish fry"...during lunch it's more of a team effort, people need to get in and out so whoever sees people sit down brings the order to the window and then whoever is around when the food comes up brings it to them, much simpler and runs much smoother than dinner). Another woman, "C", who was kind of filling in doing whatever needed to be done, went up to K's table and took the orders. K flipped on C and made sure C knew whose table it was. C stormed out. Then the gossip fest began. Everybody was talking about everybody else. I can't stand it. Do people not know they graduated high school 20, 30, even 40 years ago? It's ridiculous. I ended up leaving early last week, partially because I wasn't feeling well, but mostly because I couldn't handle the ridiculousness (is that even a word? haha) of it all. I'm seriously considering not going back next year. If I do I probably will not be waiting the tables, having to be around these people.
For some reason, though, this has really bothered me this weekend. Usually I can just say whatever, avoid them all for the rest of the night, and forget about it by time I get home but I'm so fed up with it this year. I used to enjoy it. It used to be fun. Not so much anymore.
Sorry it got so long...I just had to vent.
Anyways, my senior year in high school I ended up asking a guy in the fire department to be my senior project mentor. I have remained friends with him and have become good friends with his wife, "L" who also works the fish fries (though she typically works the lunch shift with her daughter as she homeschools and is available during the day unlike most of the others). Another woman, "K", whose son I went to school and was in the marching band with and she chaperoned a lot of marching band events, also works the fish fries. I used to be ok with her, she once introduced me to someone as "the daughter she wish she had" and tried to set me up with her son on multiple occassions, but she seemed to think her and I were much closer than we were. K is the main source of most of the drama. She started stuff with L my senior year of high school, talking about how L doesn't do anything, her daughter gets in the way and shouldn't be there, blah blah blah (all of which completely untrue, L and her daughter do most of the lunch shift by themselves with maybe one other person helping them). K tried to drag me into this, knowing that L's husband was my senior project mentor. I wasn't friends with L at the time (I had only met her once or twice), but I was not about to be gossiping about my mentor's wife. He was doing me a favor by helping me out and, though I know he wouldn't do it, he could have literally had me fail my senior year of high school. All he had to do was give me poor marks on my evaluation and that would have been it. That was the end of my relationship with K.
So now, two years later, the gossip is worse than ever before. Last Friday K was there, chatting with people. There had been some people sitting there waiting for K to take their orders (most of the drama stems from people being VERY possessive "This is MY table, don't even look at MY table if you want to live to see next fish fry"...during lunch it's more of a team effort, people need to get in and out so whoever sees people sit down brings the order to the window and then whoever is around when the food comes up brings it to them, much simpler and runs much smoother than dinner). Another woman, "C", who was kind of filling in doing whatever needed to be done, went up to K's table and took the orders. K flipped on C and made sure C knew whose table it was. C stormed out. Then the gossip fest began. Everybody was talking about everybody else. I can't stand it. Do people not know they graduated high school 20, 30, even 40 years ago? It's ridiculous. I ended up leaving early last week, partially because I wasn't feeling well, but mostly because I couldn't handle the ridiculousness (is that even a word? haha) of it all. I'm seriously considering not going back next year. If I do I probably will not be waiting the tables, having to be around these people.
For some reason, though, this has really bothered me this weekend. Usually I can just say whatever, avoid them all for the rest of the night, and forget about it by time I get home but I'm so fed up with it this year. I used to enjoy it. It used to be fun. Not so much anymore.
Sorry it got so long...I just had to vent.
It's a service for them though because then they can gossip about me!
My DM was so grateful when they moved because it gave her a valid excuse to get away from them.
