Introduction: My Time at Hooters in Dallas
Hey everyone! Thanks for tuning into my channel. Today, I’ll be diving into my journey while working at Hooters in the heart of Dallas. So many of you have reached out, curious about my time there, and today’s the day I spill the beans.
A Trip Down Memory Lane
I spent a sleepless night sifting through old photos from my Hooters days. I’ve categorized my experiences to give you a clearer picture. We’ll start with the general aspects of the job, dive into some wild tales, and wrap up with the reasons I decided to move on.
The Iconic Hooters Uniform
First on the list: the uniforms. A hot topic! The shirts begin at 3X (essentially a triple extra small) and go up to a small. But don’t be fooled by the sizes; they’re not your typical measurements. They’re stretchy and can fit a range of body types. I mostly wore a 2X, which was snug, but I could’ve gone for a size up.
Special uniforms were reserved for Tuesdays to honor the military. We had a mix of camo, black (my personal favorite), and the classic white and orange. Each had “Dallas, Texas” and the owl emblem. The shorts had their own sizing, and tights were a must underneath. Uniform upkeep was crucial – no stains, rips, or wear and tear allowed.
Inside the World’s Largest Hooters
Dallas boasts the biggest Hooters globally, complete with two floors – a rarity. Game days, especially Cowboys matches, meant a bustling environment. And if there was a downtown event? Packed house. With the bar situated downstairs, fetching drinks was a workout in itself.
When I first joined, mingling with customers was encouraged. But as time passed, policies tightened. I left in June after starting the previous October, so it’s been a while. The rules might’ve evolved since then.
Building Bonds with Regulars
Regulars were a staple. I had my own set, from a hockey-loving couple to a pair of exes who enjoyed our ambiance. These connections were special, and some even persist today. It’s heartwarming when fans share throwback photos from our Hooters days.
Unforgettable Moments at Hooters
Now, for some wild tales. One evening, I left Hooters alone, breaking the cardinal rule of not wandering in uniform. A man began following me, leading to a terrifying chase back to the restaurant’s safety. Safety precautions are paramount, especially in downtown Dallas.
On a lighter note, I once offered a homeless man some wings, only for him to snatch the entire box and dance away in glee. Another time, a man dined and dashed, leaving behind a hefty bill and a bat-wielding chase scene.
Kitchen chaos ensued one night when our order system malfunctioned. With orders piling up and confusion reigning, it was a night to remember.
But it wasn’t all chaos. Meeting celebrities like Post Malone and Dez Bryant added a sprinkle of stardom to the job.
Why I Left Hooters
Transitioning to the main reason I left: my budding online presence. As my makeup tutorials gained traction, I saw a brighter future away from Hooters. While some colleagues cheered me on, others weren’t as supportive. I took a leap of faith, diving headfirst into the YouTube world.
My exit from Hooters was abrupt. After a movie outing when I’d called in sick, a coworker confronted me. I admitted my departure, cut ties, and never looked back.
Reflecting on My Hooters Journey
While Hooters had its ups and downs, it was a chapter I needed. Today, I’m focused on my passion and growth. Consistency is key, and I’m committed to delivering content for all of you.