Ork.
Tres bleh.
Thank goodness work is over. I won't be going in to Max-Cast today because I am tired and I am cranky and there is probably no one there anyway. So nerf.
Either I'm having a slump or I'm getting burnt out as a waiter. Maybe just burnt out as a waiter at this restaurant. I'm tired of the same old menu, the same old routine, the same old drinks, the same old assholes.
Working there has turned into the constant practice of not doing things. Do not tell the customers that drinking Diet Pepsi will not help them lose weight, and will actually create severe health problems for them later on. Do not tell the customers the same thing about Splenda sugar. Do not throw a chair at the window when someone says "Par-me-zee-ahn chicken". Do not bitchslap customers when they ask for ranch dressing. Do not bitchslap customers when they ask for "French", or "Italian" either. Do not kick customers in the shins when they ask if we carry a "lite" dressing. Do not scream when customers stammer fearfully and ask for the only thing they recognize on the menu. And potatoes. Do not talk back to Lorraine when she criticizes you about a stupid thing she knows nothing about. Do not put Joseph's head through a wall for being a brown-noser and a narc. Do not start fights with the Down syndrome dishwasher even if he is annoying as fuck.
Blegh. Need to get finished with this job and find something else. Can't wait to be a masseuse.
Mom, Betsy and Dillon get back from their brief Northern Iowa trip today. I don't know what they went to see or do or anything, I just know they're coming home sometime later tonight.
Saw Lady in the Water last night. Really liked it. Loved the scrunt. Nifty nifty nifty. Paul Giamatti was great in it too.
Thank goodness work is over. I won't be going in to Max-Cast today because I am tired and I am cranky and there is probably no one there anyway. So nerf.
Either I'm having a slump or I'm getting burnt out as a waiter. Maybe just burnt out as a waiter at this restaurant. I'm tired of the same old menu, the same old routine, the same old drinks, the same old assholes.
Working there has turned into the constant practice of not doing things. Do not tell the customers that drinking Diet Pepsi will not help them lose weight, and will actually create severe health problems for them later on. Do not tell the customers the same thing about Splenda sugar. Do not throw a chair at the window when someone says "Par-me-zee-ahn chicken". Do not bitchslap customers when they ask for ranch dressing. Do not bitchslap customers when they ask for "French", or "Italian" either. Do not kick customers in the shins when they ask if we carry a "lite" dressing. Do not scream when customers stammer fearfully and ask for the only thing they recognize on the menu. And potatoes. Do not talk back to Lorraine when she criticizes you about a stupid thing she knows nothing about. Do not put Joseph's head through a wall for being a brown-noser and a narc. Do not start fights with the Down syndrome dishwasher even if he is annoying as fuck.
Blegh. Need to get finished with this job and find something else. Can't wait to be a masseuse.
Mom, Betsy and Dillon get back from their brief Northern Iowa trip today. I don't know what they went to see or do or anything, I just know they're coming home sometime later tonight.
Saw Lady in the Water last night. Really liked it. Loved the scrunt. Nifty nifty nifty. Paul Giamatti was great in it too.