I'm at a new branch for work now, so I'm getting used to all the customers. It's a little intimidating for me when the other tellers know all these people by name and can be chatty with them and I'm just standing there, all awkward and trying to join in when I can. I know that all comes with time. I just hate it in the meantime.
One young lady came in today. Cute and sweet as could be. She had a bunch of cash to deposit, a lot of $1 bills. After she left, I asked the other tellers if she was a waitress or something. One of them looked up and sort of hesitated. I said, "Oh...she's the other thing." What brings in $1 bills are waitresses...and strippers. She's a pole dancer.
And I actually got kind of mad. Not at her, not even at the men who come to watch her (I mean, sort of at that, but not to the point where I don't see them as humans with hurting souls). Not at the fact that she can make more in a weekend than I do in a week (I used to be bothered by that, but honestly her respect, dignity, and body are worth more than that, a worth not put into cash), I was just...upset that it's a thing. I know it's not really anything new, someone choosing to sell their body in exchange for money. But it bothered me. I think I will be praying for her.