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It's raining right now, which is sort of weird because it was really nice out today. A little breezy, but nothing like it is right now. Work was okay, my thoughts and feelings for what to do with Maya had finally settled and I can now admit that I don't like her. She snapped at me today to do my job.
setting:
Two guys sitting at the bar ordering dinner, two other tables in the restaurant. It's 10 o'clock and I'm talking to one of the guys because he had never been there before and as I'm talking to him, Maya walks behind me and very snidely cclearly says "Can you work." The guys asked what she said and I repeated it, as well as mentioning that I was working, I was talking to a customer. But not only was I working, I was doing her job. Which is what I've been doing all fucking day. It's sad because there's a language barrier, but she doesn't know life at Yasu's before busers, so she doesn't know that in the old days in addition to waiting tables she would have to bus her own fucking tables too. But that's not the point, if we were swamped than I would have been more than happy to excuse myself from the customer's sitting at the bar and help her out, but seeing as there was only two fucking tables in the restaurant I saw no reason why I couldn't be a bitch.
the end.
So yes. I'm bitter, a little pissy, and this close to snapping at her the next time she tells me to do something that she could very easily do herself. prioritize. That's the only word you need to know at Yasu's. Prioritize or die.
but the guy I was talking to at the bar gave me his number, so that was fun!
I just want to know why every guy who hits on me who comes into my resturant is over 25.
setting:
Two guys sitting at the bar ordering dinner, two other tables in the restaurant. It's 10 o'clock and I'm talking to one of the guys because he had never been there before and as I'm talking to him, Maya walks behind me and very snidely cclearly says "Can you work." The guys asked what she said and I repeated it, as well as mentioning that I was working, I was talking to a customer. But not only was I working, I was doing her job. Which is what I've been doing all fucking day. It's sad because there's a language barrier, but she doesn't know life at Yasu's before busers, so she doesn't know that in the old days in addition to waiting tables she would have to bus her own fucking tables too. But that's not the point, if we were swamped than I would have been more than happy to excuse myself from the customer's sitting at the bar and help her out, but seeing as there was only two fucking tables in the restaurant I saw no reason why I couldn't be a bitch.
the end.
So yes. I'm bitter, a little pissy, and this close to snapping at her the next time she tells me to do something that she could very easily do herself. prioritize. That's the only word you need to know at Yasu's. Prioritize or die.
but the guy I was talking to at the bar gave me his number, so that was fun!
I just want to know why every guy who hits on me who comes into my resturant is over 25.