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So life has been going. I just work a lot and hang out with my boo. Attempting the quitting smoking thing once again, very annoying.
I kind of hate my job. It's fairly simple and the people there are alright, but I just hate walking into that place and having to deal with bitchy ass customers all day. It's just not my scene. I hate having to explain myself when I say, "Smoking or non?" because I always get the response, "WHAT? Isn't that illegal?!" No, it's not. If you have a problem with it and give me a disgusted face, then go eat in your damn smokers-are-the-devil New York restaurants. Another thing that pisses me off, "Can we sit in a booth?". CONSTANTLY I hear this. Yeah sure go ahead, but I hope you choke on your food while sitting all nice and cozy in your requested booth. Why am I even there? Why? Oh, isn't it my job to seat you? Go ahead, tell me where you would like to sit. Ignore the 'Please Wait to be Seated' sign because I'm getting paid to follow you. Oh I'm so sorry you can't be satisfied with a seat that's not near a window, and my deepest apologies that this table is too small for your obese family to squeeze into. I am never that bitchy when I go out to eat. Are people aliens these days? My favorite part about it all is getting attitudes from the waitresses because they think I seat people in the same sections on purpose. Yeah, the highlights of my working day all crafted into one beautiful paragraph.
And that was my rant.
I kind of hate my job. It's fairly simple and the people there are alright, but I just hate walking into that place and having to deal with bitchy ass customers all day. It's just not my scene. I hate having to explain myself when I say, "Smoking or non?" because I always get the response, "WHAT? Isn't that illegal?!" No, it's not. If you have a problem with it and give me a disgusted face, then go eat in your damn smokers-are-the-devil New York restaurants. Another thing that pisses me off, "Can we sit in a booth?". CONSTANTLY I hear this. Yeah sure go ahead, but I hope you choke on your food while sitting all nice and cozy in your requested booth. Why am I even there? Why? Oh, isn't it my job to seat you? Go ahead, tell me where you would like to sit. Ignore the 'Please Wait to be Seated' sign because I'm getting paid to follow you. Oh I'm so sorry you can't be satisfied with a seat that's not near a window, and my deepest apologies that this table is too small for your obese family to squeeze into. I am never that bitchy when I go out to eat. Are people aliens these days? My favorite part about it all is getting attitudes from the waitresses because they think I seat people in the same sections on purpose. Yeah, the highlights of my working day all crafted into one beautiful paragraph.
And that was my rant.