A kiss with a fist is better than none
God grant me the strength not to smack a bitch.
I was serving a party of seven this morning followed by a party of six and a party of fourteen (which turned into a party of twenty). My manager went by the party of seven and told me to order them chocolate nachos. I did so, and went about my business taking care of monstrously huge party. In the meantime, party of six began harassing another server who slightly resembles me and went off about how their table needed this, that, and the other, blah blah de fucking blah. (Keep in mind that all of these parties are situated within about 20 square feet, okay? They all know each other's there.) I ended up charging party of seven for the chocolate nachos not knowing that my manager was picking up that part of the tab, and one of the women remarked this to me. I apologized for my mistake and offered to take it off, but she said they would go on ahead and pay for it. THEN, she bitched at me after swiping their credit cards for charging them for it! If she doesn't let me fix my mistake, why is she bitching at me? UGH.
So party of seven leaves and party of six asks for the bill when I FINALLY get to them after getting drinks down and food orders in for party of fourteen. Their tab is almost $100, and they tip me $10. (A good/average tip is 20%, meaning they were appallingly shitty tippers. Fucking needy bitches.) The food finishes cooking for party of fourteen, and lo and behold, six more show up. Thankfully, this ginormous party is very cooperative, and they're big enough that I can add on automatic gratuity (there has to be eight or more people for me to do so). I leave after lunch shift with $83 burning a hole in my pocket and figure that the rest of the day will be good, right?
I get a response from my cousin's fiance telling me that no, Alex is not permitted to attend their wedding with me. Fantastic. I'm going to spend the day with the family that couldn't be bothered to show up to my graduation, and I'm not allowed to bring a fellow under-21 minion with me, not even my boyfriend of two years. I asked in order to avoid the awkward "YOU BROUGHT AN UNINVITED GUEST YOU WHORE" moment on the day of the wedding, and when I relayed this story to Mom, she flipped a shit. Mom's never been big on the blow-a-fortune-on-your-wedding-day-which-lasts-like-SEVEN FUCKING HOURS PEOPLE thing, so she went off about how I should be able to bring my significant other, blah blah blah. She has a valid point, but hey, I'm not particularly close with my cousin or my fiance, so how were they supposed to know I wanted to bring him? The fiance suggested I bring him up for Christmas, but the funny part about that is that I'm pretty sure his family would lynch me if I forced him to break their traditions. Woe.
I'm just really sick of people in general right now. I'm sick of bitchy customers, I'm really not looking forward to the fact that I'm spending my boyfriend's birthday with a bunch of people that I'm not close with at all, and I have decided that if I ever sign myself up for marriage, it's only going to be me, my husband, our parents, and our siblings, and we'll just go out to dinner afterward. Period. Fuck everyone else and fuck big traditional expensive weddings where people are bored out of their fucking minds and miserable for your sake. Fuck that. Besides, given their track record, my family would have pretty low attendance.
And I'm really irritated that no one will pick up my shift tomorrow night. How many times have I picked up for other people? How many fucking times? It's a Wednesday night; it's hardly like a big movie/date/dinner/whatthefuckever night. I'm sick of people taking advantage of me. This is along the same vein as why I don't want Zach to come to Green Day anymore. I get him a job after he whines for months and months about needing a job, he shows up and does a shitty job, and now he bitches about having to work. You're welcome, assface. Part of me wants him to come to Green Day just so he can bitch about how the management at work has screwed him over and I can tell him why he's wrong, but a bigger part wants to invite someone more appreciative and less bitchy who will actually help the night be enjoyable. Fuck.
I need to step back and look at what is going right. I'm still going to Green Day no matter what, I'm going to spend the five days after the wedding in Myrtle Beach with my boyfriend, I am obviously capable of taking care of large parties (I mean hello, twenty people at the same time with no complaints?), and hopefully after this year, I'll actually get to spend Alex's birthday with him. It's just been a frustrating day.
I was serving a party of seven this morning followed by a party of six and a party of fourteen (which turned into a party of twenty). My manager went by the party of seven and told me to order them chocolate nachos. I did so, and went about my business taking care of monstrously huge party. In the meantime, party of six began harassing another server who slightly resembles me and went off about how their table needed this, that, and the other, blah blah de fucking blah. (Keep in mind that all of these parties are situated within about 20 square feet, okay? They all know each other's there.) I ended up charging party of seven for the chocolate nachos not knowing that my manager was picking up that part of the tab, and one of the women remarked this to me. I apologized for my mistake and offered to take it off, but she said they would go on ahead and pay for it. THEN, she bitched at me after swiping their credit cards for charging them for it! If she doesn't let me fix my mistake, why is she bitching at me? UGH.
So party of seven leaves and party of six asks for the bill when I FINALLY get to them after getting drinks down and food orders in for party of fourteen. Their tab is almost $100, and they tip me $10. (A good/average tip is 20%, meaning they were appallingly shitty tippers. Fucking needy bitches.) The food finishes cooking for party of fourteen, and lo and behold, six more show up. Thankfully, this ginormous party is very cooperative, and they're big enough that I can add on automatic gratuity (there has to be eight or more people for me to do so). I leave after lunch shift with $83 burning a hole in my pocket and figure that the rest of the day will be good, right?
I get a response from my cousin's fiance telling me that no, Alex is not permitted to attend their wedding with me. Fantastic. I'm going to spend the day with the family that couldn't be bothered to show up to my graduation, and I'm not allowed to bring a fellow under-21 minion with me, not even my boyfriend of two years. I asked in order to avoid the awkward "YOU BROUGHT AN UNINVITED GUEST YOU WHORE" moment on the day of the wedding, and when I relayed this story to Mom, she flipped a shit. Mom's never been big on the blow-a-fortune-on-your-wedding-day-which-lasts-like-SEVEN FUCKING HOURS PEOPLE thing, so she went off about how I should be able to bring my significant other, blah blah blah. She has a valid point, but hey, I'm not particularly close with my cousin or my fiance, so how were they supposed to know I wanted to bring him? The fiance suggested I bring him up for Christmas, but the funny part about that is that I'm pretty sure his family would lynch me if I forced him to break their traditions. Woe.
I'm just really sick of people in general right now. I'm sick of bitchy customers, I'm really not looking forward to the fact that I'm spending my boyfriend's birthday with a bunch of people that I'm not close with at all, and I have decided that if I ever sign myself up for marriage, it's only going to be me, my husband, our parents, and our siblings, and we'll just go out to dinner afterward. Period. Fuck everyone else and fuck big traditional expensive weddings where people are bored out of their fucking minds and miserable for your sake. Fuck that. Besides, given their track record, my family would have pretty low attendance.
And I'm really irritated that no one will pick up my shift tomorrow night. How many times have I picked up for other people? How many fucking times? It's a Wednesday night; it's hardly like a big movie/date/dinner/whatthefuckever night. I'm sick of people taking advantage of me. This is along the same vein as why I don't want Zach to come to Green Day anymore. I get him a job after he whines for months and months about needing a job, he shows up and does a shitty job, and now he bitches about having to work. You're welcome, assface. Part of me wants him to come to Green Day just so he can bitch about how the management at work has screwed him over and I can tell him why he's wrong, but a bigger part wants to invite someone more appreciative and less bitchy who will actually help the night be enjoyable. Fuck.
I need to step back and look at what is going right. I'm still going to Green Day no matter what, I'm going to spend the five days after the wedding in Myrtle Beach with my boyfriend, I am obviously capable of taking care of large parties (I mean hello, twenty people at the same time with no complaints?), and hopefully after this year, I'll actually get to spend Alex's birthday with him. It's just been a frustrating day.