I believe this is my fourth post for the month which feels odd, but
I really think this is half ass helping me out by getting on here and venting
instead of raging for days on end or starting a pointless fight on FB because I
simply feel the need to do so. So tonight was my first second/swing shift at work
and amazingly it didn't blow balls too god awful bad, but it was still a wiener fest. Literally.
The other three cooks were all dudes. Two of which I never really work with so they try and be overbearing because they are worried you're going to fuck something up when in all reality it is them that will be doing the fucking up. I had to look over so much fucking work tonight all bc one dude was just strung the fuck out on god knows what and he kept turning the times off for the grill and fryer without pulling anything! Then he tried to serve some burnt nacho's. Who the fuck tries to sell burnt nacho chips? Way to look out for business! Oh and not to mention you just would basically make your server lose money because 1.) That person is never coming back. 2.) They most likely did not leave a trip. Servers in Indiana make just a little over two dollars! They depend on those tips to live.
Then to just top my night off we get home and shower together and settle into the living room. I am on the phone with my Mother when I hear a knock on the door. I am instantly just pissed. I know exactly who it is. Its my best friends worthless boyfriend wanting to bum cigs off Tony. Now I don't mind it most of the time but it's just getting fucking old. It was past eleven at night. Who wouldn't get mad? Blah. I sent her a crabby FB message that I am sure was over the top but damn. I am not going to support someone who is worthless. If that's what she wants to do then that is her prerogative.
Let's hope for a better week after Sunday. Please god let it be a better week.
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| End this shit on a funny note =p |
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