Darren has a harem of jealous women. It’s absurd. I think this should be his new work outfit.
Every day someone has to tell me how Darren was flirting with this server or that one. One server actually called me at home to tell me Darren was dating another server and they were making her uncomfortable. Seriously?! Grow a set and tell him yourself!
First, why do they think I care? Darren is neither my son, my brother, nor my boyfriend, so what he does isn’t any of my concern. Second, what do they think I can do about it? Am I supposed to tell Darren he can’t talk to anyone at work? What about when I’m not there? Am I supposed to call him every 10 minutes to make sure he’s not flirting? Maybe I should set up cameras with a live feed to my house so I can make sure he’s not acting like Keifer Sutherland on a bender.
It all boils down to female jealousy and fear that someone else might get special treatment. In the restaurant, if the manager is paying attention to one server, she’s not working. But what about the down time when there aren’t any customers and all the sidework is finished? We all stand around the waitstation and talk then, but is Darren supposed to stay locked in the office just because he’s the manager? What about when Darren talks to Zach? Are they dating? Is Zach going to get something I’m not?
As far as I’m concerned, it’s petty and childish. After all, I’m Darren’s favourite. I know this because he frequently says, “Wow! Surprisingly, you were the only waitress I didn’t feel like punching in the face tonight.” That right there, my friends, makes my heart swell with pride at being the chosen one.