I waited and I waited for help but all the rich people just stared at me and kept eating.

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82. Interesting stories - I worked at CCs too

through college, and I mostly enjoyed it. My dad wouldn't let me work at a bar because he said people would behave badly, but he said "if the people at the CC misbehave, they have to look at you the next day."

CC #1 - New Money - I could tell hours of stories about how awful the women were (most of whom never worked a day in their lives), but suffice it to say I actually heard them discussing the "head games" and tricks they played on the locker room attendant. These women would cross out my tip if they thought I wasn't running fast enough, and the front office would add it right back on. Nasty, small, rotten people. I finally went to the front desk and said "If those bitches snap their fingers at me one more time, I'm going to hurt someone. Give me the Men's Grille or I quit" and they did. I also told the front office what I heard them say about the locker room attendant in case they lied about her later and tried to get her fired.

Their husbands were fine. Many of them had been born into working class families, and knew how hard it is to earn a living, and they treated the staff decently. My last day to work one of the guys gave me a $20 (which is like $100 today) and said "I worked my way through Temple Dental School bartending, so I can relate. Here, buy yourself some beer when you get back to college." I used to work Thanksgiving at this place, and it was a lot more pleasant than slaving at home - the members behaved better to me than my own ungrateful relatives.

CC: #2 Old Money. Both the men and women were fine there. I told the bartender one day how awful the women at Club #1 had been, and he said "don't let these people fool you - they look down their nose at us Catholics" and I said "I don't care what they really think about me, so long as they are decent to my face. They can be as snobby as they want, but at least here no one has ever snapped their fingers at me". I actually really enjoyed working at this place. My parents knew some of the members, who sponsored them to hold their 40th Anniversary party there - it was weird to be there years later as a guest rather than a waitress.

My last brush with money was when I dated a boy from an Old Philadelphia family, which was actually kind of fun. I think he almost swallowed his head when we were at one of the clubs where he was a member and he asked me if I was enjoying myself and I said "it's a lot nicer being on this side of the tray".

I've worked both regular and country club serving jobs (as well as retail), and I didn't notice the rich being any more awful than the General Public as a whole (other than rich women not tipping, and construction workers over-tipping). But then again, I've never worked for the Super-Rich...