I could be a bitch...
...but I choose to labor silently and glare at anyone who attempts amiable conversation.
This strikes fear deep within all who know me well.
I worked a grand total of twelve and half hours today... got screwed over, spit on, ordered about, dismissed, trampled upon, taken advantage of, and belittled far too many times in those eternal units of time.
And yet, the better part of the day saw a grandoisly blissful side of Halley. Not even insensitive managerial comments could poke my balloon of happy. Which entitled Halley to a five-dollar tip day... until about 7:30ish... when I was supposed to be cut from the floor. Then the floodgates of hell decided to become existent and I aquired seven new tables, as well as helping Josh bus a bunch of his tables because he's a lazy ass.
Josh did pay me, but I still worked my ass off... got a lot of bad raps from some bitchy customers. I got cut from the floor finally at 9:00. Had to roll too much silverware, re-stock and sweep my section. *growls* I'd already done it once.
Anywho...
Rolling silverware when you are half-blind by salty liquid coming out of your eyeballs is quite dangerous. I cut my thumb on a flipping steak knife. Josh took pity on my glaring self, cheered me up a bit by chattering aimlessly and helping me roll silver.
Josh - A penis has a hard life. He has to hang around with two nuts all day, he lives right around the corner from an asshole, and his best friend is a pussy.
This strikes fear deep within all who know me well.
I worked a grand total of twelve and half hours today... got screwed over, spit on, ordered about, dismissed, trampled upon, taken advantage of, and belittled far too many times in those eternal units of time.
And yet, the better part of the day saw a grandoisly blissful side of Halley. Not even insensitive managerial comments could poke my balloon of happy. Which entitled Halley to a five-dollar tip day... until about 7:30ish... when I was supposed to be cut from the floor. Then the floodgates of hell decided to become existent and I aquired seven new tables, as well as helping Josh bus a bunch of his tables because he's a lazy ass.
Josh did pay me, but I still worked my ass off... got a lot of bad raps from some bitchy customers. I got cut from the floor finally at 9:00. Had to roll too much silverware, re-stock and sweep my section. *growls* I'd already done it once.
Anywho...
Rolling silverware when you are half-blind by salty liquid coming out of your eyeballs is quite dangerous. I cut my thumb on a flipping steak knife. Josh took pity on my glaring self, cheered me up a bit by chattering aimlessly and helping me roll silver.
Josh - A penis has a hard life. He has to hang around with two nuts all day, he lives right around the corner from an asshole, and his best friend is a pussy.