Washing Your Hands 101

It may or may not be a coincidence that my new GM discussed hand washing during my most recent "jump start" before the start of our shift soon after the lovely KH of THE HOOTERS GIRL posted her few blogs on the importance of washing hands. I understand that Kat Cole, Vice President of the Hooters Company, follows her blog and corporate has been keeping in close contact with our restaurant lately. Could these two events be related? Maybe.

The Times They Are a Changin'

Along with a few changes and additions to the management team, we received a particularly informative memo on the back of this week's schedule.

Hooters has always been a very image-based company, requiring their employees to follow reasonably strict dress codes and other codes of conduct.

Well friends, it's gotten even worse, er, better.

We were asked to read the memo with an open mind and to consider the motivation behind the changes that are being made. "We are aiming to focus a bit more on the 'girl next door, all American cheerleader, athletic, healthy, friendly, outgoing, happy' aspects of the ideal Hooters Girl image." That I completely understand. During times like these, we cant afford to lose any business, and chubby antisocial Hooters Girls are definitely a no-no. (Notice the HUGE drop in currently employed Hooters Girls at my location.)

I'm not sure if these changes are being made in every location. (Sauce? KH? A. Robb? Mayor? Thoughts?)

1. We are now no longer allowed to wear white bras under our white uniform tank tops. I completely understand this. Our uniform tank tops are very much like snowflakes. They are all completely different and unique. Because of this, I dread purchasing new uniforms. Although I always buy the size XXS, they all seem to be of different material thicknesses and shapes. Some tank tops squeeze my armpits. Some necklines are higher or lower, which can make your C look like a D, or the other way around. Occasionally you'll get a shirt that requires a "trim." Which is why we always have a pair of sizzors in the break room, so the shirt doesn't bunch up underneath our ever-smooth shorts. Some are so thin, that while wearing a white bra, it looks as if you just participated in a wet tee-shirt contest. Hense the illegalization of the white bra.

2. Bras continued... Bras may not be of a lace fabric or have lace edges. No designes are allowed, including scalloped edges. No crossing back straps. Clear straps are suggested. Basically no straps showing. Ever. Again, completely understandable.

3. Light pink is now the darkest nail color allowed. We used to be allowed to wear any shade of red, but not anymore. Besides the light shades of pink, french & american style manicures are acceptable. Again, I completely agree. The red nail polish just clashed with the whole "orange" theme of the restaurant. We're even receiving a sample from corporate, which leads me to believe that this isn't just occuring at my location.

4. Once again, jewelry is limited to wedding/engagement rings, and a small stud earring in each ear. We also allow required medical identification tag or bracelet or necklace. Anything else is not allowed. *They went into great detail about what isn't allowed, just incase of course.

5. OLD style shorts are not allowed to be modified in any way and must be worn up on the hip bone as designed. Hense the name OLD style shorts. Because we will be receiving the new style shorts in THREE WEEKS!! Woo! Hallaluja. Some of our trainers and promo girls already have them. My butt cheeks are very grateful.

6. Socks are now to be worn with the top edge on the lowest portion of the calf muscle. Still scrunchy of course. **This is a LITTLE lower than I like to wear mine.

7. "Pantyhose are no longer permitted to be pulled up past the waist band of your shorts."
THANK YOU! Finally. Because of the aforementioned snowflake tank tops, pantyhose was very visible when worn by some girls who liked to pull it up way past their bellybuttons. Occasionally, we'd get a nice shirt thick enough to hide this, and pulling up the pantyhose actually helped to smooth any appearance of the dreaded muffin top.

8. Tattoos are still to be covered and management will be enforcing ink on the back of the neck because girls have the tendency to lift their hair or pull it to the side, exposing said tattoo. This is going to be a big pain for A LOT of girls. I regularly see shoddily covered up tattoos. "As long as we make an effort to cover them up, it's ok!" a now EX Hooters Girl once told me. Not any more sister.

One Bagillion.

I have about that many unpublished rough drafts of posts that I've got to start editing and attaching pretty pictures to.  So tune in next time!!  

(I want to try and attach MY OWN work to my posts so it is taking a considerable amount of time to post something that may have taken only minutes before.)

Miss you all.  

your brit

p.s.

just in case you were curious, we're back up to 70 girls!  With all of these new hires, there are BOUND to be some interesting stories.  (foreshadowing ;p)

Eurika!

I am finally the proud owner of a MILITARY MONDAY HOOTERS UNIFORM! How?? You might ask. But they no longer make them/issue them out to Hooters Girls! You may stammer. Well, thanks to EBAY, I now have one less day to wear those hideous orange shorts! Woo!

P.S.
I just found out my new GM is outlawing the Military Monday Hooters Uniform. Great. I think I'll wear mine next Monday and see what happens. It just looks so much better. According to the girl that burst my ecstatic bubble yesterday, he's getting rid of them because not enough girls have them. Maybe if he sees that we're trying to obtain these cuties he'll have a change of heart :o)

Play with our Wii!

Mondays have been so slow lately that our managers have begun to allow us to text during our shift (within reason) in desperate attempts to get friends, boyfriends, or literally anyone we know to come in and "visit" us, hopefully ending up in some type of profit for our restaurant. We have also instituted game day. Last Monday our manager installed a rock band, wii, and play station in the less populated area of the restaurant that contains the larger flat screens to encourage patrons to come in and waste money while battling for their pride against one of our very talented Hooters Girls. Let's see how this works... I am VERY excited to show off my skillz. Thank you boyfriend :o)


P.S.
My mom recently purchased a Wii and a Wii Fit. We play every time I come over. Amazing. I"m actually sore.

Lucid

I like going to work. It's a wonderful distraction. I am required to look conventionally attractive. I have regulars that come in specifically to have a good conversation with me. I receive a free meal during my shift. I feel taken care of. I work with hilarious and brilliant women. My managers care about my well being and give me wonderful hours. My hard work is appreciated. Everyone says thank you. I meet people from around the world. It fits in perfectly with my school hours. But then I come home alone and reality hits me. I can't keep running forever.

I am a mess

As a naturally very healthy person, I've been a complete disaster lately. My previously twisted ankle is acting up again. I woke up last week with little to no hearing in my left ear. I'm congested and constantly sleepy. What is up with this?? I haven't worked at Hooters in a week now. A coworker offered to pick up my shift tonight and I gladly gave it to her. I called my manager and explained that I was still sick but had a replacement ready. "Well alright." He said "But you know I'd rather have you here. Get well and hurry back." Thank you so much for caring. I mean it.

Cutest Birthday

At Hooters we have a few different options when it comes to dealing with birthdays. The easiest, and meanest, way is to just ignore them. Do nothing. But that's not going to earn you a very good tip. The half-assed/we're very busy/you're way too shy way is the birthday clap. And I'm not talking about Gonorrhea's street name. "HOOTERS HAS A BIRTHDAY SONG! AIN'T TO SHORT AND IT AIN'T TOO LONG! SING IT RIGHT GET YOUR WISHES! SING IT WRONG AND DO THE DISHES!..." So cheesy I know. But the even more cheesy, and most time consuming Hooters Birthday celebrations consist of dragging up the willing/not so willing and making fun of them in front of the whole restaurant on a microphone, giving them birthday spankings, and ending in either the dreaded chicken dance, the even more dreaded YMCA, or my personal favorite Hooters Hokey Pokey... "Put your right wing in! Put your right wing out! Put your right wing in and shake it all about!"

The other day we had a birthday on the patio. For some reason their Hooters Girl just wanted to do a birthday clap so we all went over and did our thing. But what touched me was the guy's girlfriend. They couldn't take their eyes off each other. As we sang out bit she was signing him the happy birthday song. She was deaf. They had the happiest expressions on their faces and the moment we finished with "Happy Birthday... TO YOU!!!" she reached over and gave him the biggest hug and gave him his gift to open. It was so touching. Their happiness was so pure and real. No one else compared to them that night. The other couples in the restaurant consisted of irritated girlfriends and drunk wives. This was real, unconditional love. The kind that doesn't really notice any other girl, the kind that lights up when their eyes meet, and the kind that takes their boyfriend to Hooters for his birthday because she wants him to have fun and be happy. Oh god, I think I'm overdosing on cuteness. I need to go lay down.

60

Girls left now. Wow.

Depressed.

When all of your efforts are ignored you can't help but begin to feel invisible.