Worst Night Ever
so tonight was officially my worst night ever, at least of the summer. I had a good time alright during the day, me leah, phil, and court got sandwiches at paris gourmet and went on a car adventure to great brook farm in carlisle, aka middle of nowehere mass. but it was really pretty in that bucolic way (remember i hate trees) and the ice cream was good and like crack to me (i have a horrible ice cream addiction since starting work at picco). BUT then the terrible no good very bad night ebgan. basically i hate the kitchen at work. despite adorable brazilian boy and carrie being cool, they were very backed up because we got slammed. oh yeah, and i worked on the patio, which is the WORST in 100 degree weather. the server station is at the end of the restaurant, so running food etc. is terrible and unnecessarily time consuming. but the kitchen was backed up, which made this one table's pizza take 40 minutes, which made them super pissed. at me. because clearly i make their pizza myself. I probaby could make their pizza, because i bake a pie like nobody's business and pizza isn't that difficult, but i'm a fucking waitress so STOP BLAMING ME! so then they wanted their bill, but already i had a table that was bitching about me about not having menues, because THEY DIDNT WAIT TO BE SEATED SO FUCK THEM so it took a while. so i was like, look, im trying to get my manager to comp your pizza because you shouldn't have to wait 40 minutes but that means the check will take a little longer. so then by the time i did run the check they left leaving 30$. except my manager didnt comp the pizza because she inevitably forgets what she is doing. so the check was $35. so i lost five dollars and tip. and then i felt so shitty that i fucked up everyone else's order. and my manager flipped out at me. except she also blamed me for the pizza, because i should have checked with the kitchen why it wasnt their. except she put the order in. AND i had 9 tables, so i was doing my best. christ. at the end of the night i made under 20% and fucked up tipping the bar out, because i can't add. so i lost another 5 dollars and didn't even distribute evenly. ahhhh.
i also was super classy, putting wine from work ina to go cup and wlaking with it and my salad to the train station. yup, i drink savignon blanc from a to go coffee cup with a lid on the bus. so what.
sam gave me shit when i walked by the pub and stopped in to say hi to my sister and lyndon. because APPARENTLY everyone thinks i am a huge snobby bitch because i don't start conversations with them every time i see them. i ahve gotten so much shit lately for ebing quiet, it really pisses me off. i am freaking shy. have you never met a shy person before?? it's not a novel concept people, deal with it. i don't go over and talk to sam because he is talking to other people and i assume he is not very interested in talking to me as i barely know him and i don't want to interrupt. excuse me for being polite. but basically this same thing has happend before. i assume people don't want to talk to me, they assume i'm a bitch. my sister made it pretty clear she didn't want me sticking around, which sam didn't seem to get, and thought i was being even more snobby not staying. so i went home and cried for a half an hour in the dark and humidity that is my house. which isn't really my house. i don't even have my own home, i miss 505 and feeling a sense of loyalty. i can't wait to move into my apartment in montreal, it will be mine, i'll be able to decorate it and make it my own and i won't have to move out till graduation lease willing. boston is done.
luckily simone called me tonight and we bitched about our prospective jobs and i can't wait to go up to montreal on tues with her and see my roomate flora. i miss flora! i miss our taking naps together, and penut butter and toast.
have reached new low and am drinking alone in my house until my sister comes home, when hopefully i will drink with her. okay am not alcoholic (no judgement) as am only have one (or two) beers and that is totally acceptible. not like i'm taking jello shots alone. okay jello shots are really gross, ps. but yeah, totally acceptible and i had aTERRIBLE day. did i mention i dropped a pizza and broke a glass? yup. that bad.
the other day i was followed home from the subway late at night. the guy asked me where i lived. i am not taking the subway at night alone again.
i am going to gop flop on the couch.
night lovies,
never work in a restaurant.
robin
i also was super classy, putting wine from work ina to go cup and wlaking with it and my salad to the train station. yup, i drink savignon blanc from a to go coffee cup with a lid on the bus. so what.
sam gave me shit when i walked by the pub and stopped in to say hi to my sister and lyndon. because APPARENTLY everyone thinks i am a huge snobby bitch because i don't start conversations with them every time i see them. i ahve gotten so much shit lately for ebing quiet, it really pisses me off. i am freaking shy. have you never met a shy person before?? it's not a novel concept people, deal with it. i don't go over and talk to sam because he is talking to other people and i assume he is not very interested in talking to me as i barely know him and i don't want to interrupt. excuse me for being polite. but basically this same thing has happend before. i assume people don't want to talk to me, they assume i'm a bitch. my sister made it pretty clear she didn't want me sticking around, which sam didn't seem to get, and thought i was being even more snobby not staying. so i went home and cried for a half an hour in the dark and humidity that is my house. which isn't really my house. i don't even have my own home, i miss 505 and feeling a sense of loyalty. i can't wait to move into my apartment in montreal, it will be mine, i'll be able to decorate it and make it my own and i won't have to move out till graduation lease willing. boston is done.
luckily simone called me tonight and we bitched about our prospective jobs and i can't wait to go up to montreal on tues with her and see my roomate flora. i miss flora! i miss our taking naps together, and penut butter and toast.
have reached new low and am drinking alone in my house until my sister comes home, when hopefully i will drink with her. okay am not alcoholic (no judgement) as am only have one (or two) beers and that is totally acceptible. not like i'm taking jello shots alone. okay jello shots are really gross, ps. but yeah, totally acceptible and i had aTERRIBLE day. did i mention i dropped a pizza and broke a glass? yup. that bad.
the other day i was followed home from the subway late at night. the guy asked me where i lived. i am not taking the subway at night alone again.
i am going to gop flop on the couch.
night lovies,
never work in a restaurant.
robin