|Me in my uniform...|
Setting, sometime after midnight, on a Friday.
We were out of burgers. Our grill guy was making some, but for right now there was a young lady waiting for a cheeseburger. Wait. Double take. What...is that? Is that...what I think it is? Yes. I am looking at the nude bottoms of a girl, because her pants are falling down. She pulls them up sluggishly. She isn't wearing any underwear. It happens two more times before she finally gets her burger, and then she stagger-walks away. Should I tell someone? What should I do? I tell someone. They sigh. Apparently this happens a lot, through this is my first time seeing it. I am told that if she passes out, or makes a scene, or does not pull her pants back up, we can call the police. But under the law, nothing can be done right now. As I go back to my station, I feel strangely sorry for her.
Setting, sometime after midnight, on a Saturday
One of our coworkers come rushing in. Apparently two college kids are having sex right outside under the tree next to our building. Two more of them rush out to see. Someone tapes it on their phone, and tries to show everyone who is working. I don't look. Somehow a manager finds out, who immediately calls the cops. I'm shocked, and disgusted, and for most of the night this is all anyone talks about. (Yes, the guy who taped in on his phone was fired. Not sure if that was the reason he was fired--he was kinda an off the wall crazy guy, but a few weeks later he was gone)
Setting, many times on a Friday or Saterday
A girls shirt falls off. She's wearing one of those strapless numbers and no bra. She is soooo drunk she can hardly walk. She passes out right at the register, her shirt around her waist, and my manager has to call the police who take her away. She was regularly drunk in our establishment.
There is a drunk girl eating in the lobby. She starts making out with this guy. Does she know him? She pulls him into the bathroom. They start getting busy. Loudly. They are in the girls bathroom. We are all looking at each other, like, what do we do? Should we go in there? The customers are laughing. But, suddenly she starts screaming about being raped! What? She is the one who started making out with him, right? Did she not know what she was doing? The police arrest both of them. I am shocked.
I could go on, but lets not. If anything, working at a secular university taught me to drink responsibly.
Authors note: I never saw a situation that VT managers didn't handle by the book, so don't think I'm bashing my old workplace. Besides hating my hours, and the cheeseburgers, VT wasn't a bad place to be employed. The pay was good, (I was salary for the first year, then hourly the next by choice) and the managers were always kind and fair--well, besides the one who tried to get me fired, that is. It was just the crew that would step out of line and cause ruckus, and we were always told be behave when this happened and chastised fairly. And when you work on a college campus--something is bound to go crazy wrong sometime. Especially when you work until 3am.