I worked with a cross dresser who will shall refer to as Shante. Once again me not seeing someone come in for an interview bit me in the ass. A large Black man dressed as a woman came in one morning to start training at the porn shop. I have no issues with cross dressers. I see them all the time and as long as they do it well its very whatever. Shante went overboard.
Daily.
So he…her…hmm. Shante comes in and its like a perfume bomb went off. I have a sensitive nose and this was like some form of torture. She…he…damn it. He, okay?! He had an assload of foundation on his face in an effort to cover up his stubble and a wig that was kept very well. I mean he really went the whole way. Even the voice.
The voice took the longest to get used to. He put on a voice like a Southern bell. He added the finger snapping and long nails and all that. Everyone liked Shante and he seemed to make customers flock to him. There was this one weird ass guy he knew that would come in every night and drive him home. Little Asian fella that would never say hello or anything and just stare at us at the counter until Shante arrived. I would just stare at him back until he looked at the chip rack. Everything was fine until one day some money came up missing.
Among the many things I did at the porn shop handling the cash and totaling the receipts was one. One day I noticed $20 was missing. Yeah, it may not sound like a lot but if $20 is missing you can guarantee that there’s a few hundred also missing with more to come. So I wait another day and all of a sudden the drawer is over $20. This is bad. This is someone “borrowing” from the store and using it like a bank account. I know none of you have worked with me but I am an asshole when it comes to stealing.
So I start looking over old receipts and checking totals more and notice a pattern. Not only was he doing this with his register but others as well. Oh, hell no! Not in my porn shop! So I gather all the evidence, Shante comes in, and is confronted by the manager and owner. He denies all of it and is put on some strange kinda double secret porn probation.
Shante: “Dante, can I talk to you for a minute?”
Me: “Uh-huh.”
Shante: “They think I’m stealing and if you know me you know I don’t be stealing I’m a good person and I don’t be doing things like that. They don’t need to be coming at me like I‘m a thief or something because I like it here and I wouldn’t even try to steal anything.”
Me: “Uh-huh.”
Shante: “I don’t appreciate them confronting me the way they did.”
Me: “Uh-huh.”
Shante: “I don’t.”
Me: “How did you want them to bring this up?”
Shante: (silence)
Me: “They could have just fired you. Its happened before.”
Shante: “Well…”
Me: “And it doesn’t look good when your cash register keeps on coming up wrong.”
Shante: (silence)
Dante: “Like everyday.’
Fast forward and two days later thievery is once again afoot and Shante gets shitcanned much to the chagrin of a few customers before he was replaced with a chick that stole far more money.
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