simmo wrote:Rimbaud III wrote:gjhardwick wrote:simmo wrote:
I don't wish to sound like a whiney liberal, but Hooters pretty much represents everything I detest in this world.
i think there are more important things in the world to be worried about than a chain restaurant where the staff are wearing vest tops...
ya massive billy
I'd like to second this sentiment and add that after a few drinks I'm sure you'll see things differently.
Nowt wrong with baps and beer.
Well, y'all is quite right about there being worse things, of course. It's hardly like I'm going for work drinks in Camp X-ray. It's more just what Hooters is emblematic of, if you see what I mean... I find it very depressing. Everything from the frankly very ugly girls on parade who are supposed to be attractive, to the trashy American decor, to the shit beer, to the oogling men making shitty dick jokes.... not my scene. Again, there are bigger fish to fry, you're right, but I don't feel too great being in this schoool of small fish either...
Okay, my response was characteristically glib, but I suppose I do have something of a little more worth to add to this.
I used to work in a strikingly similar environment when I was at my last company. Talk of tits and inane football punditry were the order of the day, every fucking day. Surprising as it may seem, I had little to offer to these conversations. My team liked to go out for drinks, and I'd do my best to stay away from these piss ups knowing that they'd just be amplified, oiled up variations on the daily routine anyway. My absence from these events eventually became a talking point for everyone - right from the boss down. I'd get accused of not being a 'team player' because I wouldn't go out and get pissed with them! Eventually, I developed a strategy to deal with this. It's not a great one, but it worked for me. You simply go out and get drunk enough, quickly enough to stop caring! Booze! Sweet, simple saviour! And the following day, when you're still groggy and a little pissed from the previous night's indulgence you feign interest (and participate) in stories about how 'twunted' you were and the KRAZY stuff you did!
WARNING: Do not do this too often, as there is a distinct risk of getting in too deep. It's hard to deprogram yourself after prolonged exposure. I suggest sneaking off to the toilets at the earliest opportunity to listen to an audiobook read by Stephen Fry or something.