The Snubby Days of Autumn
I suppose it’s true that the economy has hit us all, but here at the track the impact is articulated as the newest handy excuse for low pay, slow pay, and no pay. At the same time; a gal like me can handle it; I’ve got a man to lean on, a savings to go through, a house to sell, and other talents to trade. But nothing smarts like disrespect, and for a gal in my shoes this is articulated as low pay, slow pay and no pay.
If one of my clients has more than one gallop girl, and one of those gallop girls is a man, the man gets paid, on time, and in full. The girl (that would be me) gets the excuse. Sometimes she doesn’t even get that unless she asks.
If the man gallops the 2-year old that’s never seen the track, compensation is assumed to be $20. You don’t snub a guy with $10. And that’s the whole ball of wax, right there; you don’t snub the guy with $10. That’s an insult. And you don’t say you didn’t get to the ATM machine yet, and you don’t say (as the rider prepares to bounce off to the next horse with only minutes to spare before the track closes) “got change for a hundred?” or “I have a check in my truck. Got a pen?”
Everyone knows riders don’t carry pens or anything resembling pens, pencils or long narrow sharp objects with them. If no one ever impaled themself with a pen, it’s still unlucky and everyone knows this. Just like not using tape over support bandages; why tempt fate?
So after the rider put his ass on the line for you, you snub him. You might as well ask for a fistfight.
That’s what all bar fights are about: disrespect. You flirt with a guy’s girlfriend; you say something emasculating about a guy; you say something emasculating about something a guy identifies with, like his politics or his sports team, and it’s on, so there’s no debating the fact that men are very sensitive creatures who don’t like to be crossed. I don't even have to be a guy to know this; but people seem to be unaware of the fact that sunbbery isn't lost on us women.
I may not have as much testosterone, but I never miss a snub. My days have been very snubby lately, and it’s really pissing me off.
I’m considering not coming to work in the hope that some of my snubbers will capitulate, but I hate to make them suffer for the misdeeds of others.
If one of my clients has more than one gallop girl, and one of those gallop girls is a man, the man gets paid, on time, and in full. The girl (that would be me) gets the excuse. Sometimes she doesn’t even get that unless she asks.
If the man gallops the 2-year old that’s never seen the track, compensation is assumed to be $20. You don’t snub a guy with $10. And that’s the whole ball of wax, right there; you don’t snub the guy with $10. That’s an insult. And you don’t say you didn’t get to the ATM machine yet, and you don’t say (as the rider prepares to bounce off to the next horse with only minutes to spare before the track closes) “got change for a hundred?” or “I have a check in my truck. Got a pen?”
Everyone knows riders don’t carry pens or anything resembling pens, pencils or long narrow sharp objects with them. If no one ever impaled themself with a pen, it’s still unlucky and everyone knows this. Just like not using tape over support bandages; why tempt fate?
So after the rider put his ass on the line for you, you snub him. You might as well ask for a fistfight.
That’s what all bar fights are about: disrespect. You flirt with a guy’s girlfriend; you say something emasculating about a guy; you say something emasculating about something a guy identifies with, like his politics or his sports team, and it’s on, so there’s no debating the fact that men are very sensitive creatures who don’t like to be crossed. I don't even have to be a guy to know this; but people seem to be unaware of the fact that sunbbery isn't lost on us women.
I may not have as much testosterone, but I never miss a snub. My days have been very snubby lately, and it’s really pissing me off.
I’m considering not coming to work in the hope that some of my snubbers will capitulate, but I hate to make them suffer for the misdeeds of others.
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