Opinion | I’m a female chef. Here’s how my restaurant dealt with harassment from customers.

girlsmoonsandstars:

heringstuff:

The catalyst was a customer — ­ a father of four who had put his hand up the shirt of a busser clearing his family’s table. The busser was so stunned she didn’t report it, but the event sparked a flood of reactions from staff members who’d had similar experiences. At our meeting, women shared stories about harassment from customers and said that when they tried to report it to male managers, they were often ignored because the incidents seemed unthreatening through a male lens.

We decided on a color-coded system in which different types of customer behavior are categorized as yellow, orange or red. Yellow refers to a creepy vibe or unsavory look. Orange means comments with sexual undertones, such as certain compliments on a worker’s appearance. Red signals overtly sexual comments or touching, or repeated incidents in the orange category after being told the comments were unwelcome.

When a staff member has a harassment problem, they report the color — “I have an orange at table five” — and the manager is required to take a specific action. If red is reported, the customer is ejected from the restaurant. Orange means the manager takes over the table. With a yellow, the manager must take over the table if the staff member chooses. In all cases, the manager’s response is automatic, no questions asked. (At the time of our meeting, all our shift managers were men, though their supervisors were women; something else we’ve achieved since then is diversifying each layer of management.)

In the years since implementation, customer harassment has ceased to be a problem. Reds are nearly nonexistent, as most sketchy customers seem to be derailed at yellow or orange. We found that most customers test the waters before escalating and that women have a canny sixth sense for unwanted attention. When reds do occur, our employees are empowered to act decisively.

The color system is elegant because it prevents women from having to relive damaging stories and relieves managers of having to make difficult judgment calls about situations that might not seem threatening based on their own experiences. The system acknowledges the differences in the ways men and women experience the world, while creating a safe workplace.

Brilliant. 

Opinion | I’m a female chef. Here’s how my restaurant dealt with harassment from customers.

tikidistractions:

mulletwing:

pardonmewhileipanic:

proudoftheworst:

fuckyehandrewyeh:

nimblenomad:

I’m posting this gif almost entirely because of this mans untuck…

dbz landing.

for a while i thought this was just reversed, but then i realised that you can’t reverse the landing.. WHAT THE FUCK. How you do that son?!

i can barely get out of bed without tripping

and then there’s this asshole

This is some graceful, superhero shit right here. 

Hi yes I would like to report a lost super hero.

literallycait:

rejectedprincesses:

tinynavajoreads:

vampirefaerie:

hardlyfatal:

elemesy:

IF YOU CAN READ THIS WITHOUT FEELING A WARM BUBBLE OF HUMAN JOY IN YOUR HEART I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO FOR YOU

(Also I was so confused for a while because the OP totally missed a number in the thread but the story is so precious I forgive them)

This is adorable and hilarious!

Okay, so I found out more about this story/tale.

First, it is originally an Armenian folktale called “Clever Anaeet”. But I haven’t found more information unfortunately about the original story.

There is a version of it though in “The Fabrics of Fairytales” by Tanya Batt. It is actually a collection of various fairytales and is relatively short (80 pages according to Goodreads).

However, I think this post is referring to the picture-book adaption of the same story,
“A Weave Of Words” by Robert D. San Souci.

I hope this helps anyone who wants to read it for themselves or look into this further.

@rejectedprincesses don’t you have an entry about this woman in your book or on your website? I feel like I read it somewhere…

Yep, right here! It’s based off an Armenian fairytale called Anahit, collected in 1881 by 

Ghazaros Aghayan.

This Twitter thread has been going around and I’ve been tagged a couple times – I suspect I need to do tweetstorms like this for RP entries, instead of just a couple pics and a link to the entry.

#MSWL honestly

cablegrls:

Carlota and Sara, 01×05 “The Past”

+ typo at the seventh gif, it’s supposed to say “it doesn’t go against anything" but i can’t go back to change it now without redoing everything so 😥

they’re so cute! i actually ship them a little more than Lidia and Carlos bc they’re so fluffy lmao (LOOK AT THE WAY SARA LOOKS AT CARLOTA)

September 25, 2013
Today we sat in the car and you admitted that you were upset. I don’t understand you and never will, so I sat and listened to my favorite songs. You told me to show you my favorite love song, I did, but explained how someone had already ruined it for me. I found one that hadn’t been ruined, and you asked if you could ruin it for me and you kissed me.

October 1, 2013
You are like sunshine and I tell you that every time you kiss me and I giggle. Sometimes, the idea of “us” is a really bad idea. It probably is, but sometimes those real bad ideas are the best ones. I think I’m going to stop smoking cigarettes because your lips are the only nicotine I need these days.

October 9, 2013
You feel like you’re wasting my time. I would waste my whole life with you and I would be okay with that.

October 23, 2013
I don’t like it when you say that you have bad news. I knew something was wrong today when I kissed you, and we sat by that river, and kissed a whole lot. You kissed so desperately— I should have known and I should have kissed you more and harder. I didn’t know it would be our last kiss for a while.
You said you didn’t like me and that you just wanted me sometimes.
That hurt a lot, but I think you are lying.

November 1, 2013
We talk like we are strangers now. I don’t know how to act around you. It’s hard when I like you so much and you don’t like me. I am trying to get over it, I really am. I guess the hardest part about moving on is when you’re not so sure you want to.
You made me tell you everything that was on my mind and I said sometimes I wished we were still together. You didn’t.
This is why I don’t tell anyone anything anymore.

November 14, 2013
I have started smoking again.

November 20th, 2013
I never understood why in the Bible He said, “God gave us light but instead humans chose darkness,” but then that night when hid from the cold winter weather and were entangled in nothing but sheets, I knew I would choose you over the sun any day, and that was very dark thing to do. I want to be here for you, and I am patient, but by doing this I am breaking my own heart again.You said you wished we could be like that all the time— not naked, but where we just talk and don’t fight. I do, too, but I am realizing it is impossible.

December 10, 2013,
I think you are gone for good and I miss you in waves and it hurts like Hell, let me tell you. I went out with another boy, and he was very nice. I took him to the bookstore and it made me miss you a lot, and I am afraid when he kissed me goodnight all he could taste was your name.

December 15, 2013,
You said you missed me. I said nothing, instead I went home, cried, and listened to one of the mixed CDS you made for me. I miss you, too. I want to try to quit smoking again.

December 29, 2013
I should be happy, but I sort of just feel like drowning. I wonder if you are awake right now, too.

January 25, 2014
I called you, and I am glad you did not answer. I think all this time I have been in love with the idea of you. I think I miss the person I wished you could be rather than you.

February 17, 2014
I met somebody, and I think you guys would be good friends. He asks to kiss me, too. He’s funny and compliments me and says I should never apologize for being myself. I like that he doesn’t always correct me or find things about me that annoy him and tell me. I don’t fight with him, either. He’s filling that empty space that was left when you decided to give up and walk away.

March 2, 2014
Thank you for letting me go.

Letters about love, Amanda Katherine Ricketson  (via drapetomania)

Goosebumps.

(via embered)