Seriosly!!!!
So it has been a while. I was saving up for a good long rant.
Why is it that every night I work is crazy busy? Really, even Mondays and Wednesdays are just stupid. In the last three months I have had one night that wasn't slammed when I work. Tonight we had a party of thirty on the patio and a good portion of tables that had to wait for their food were complete asses about it. I was so over it that I just told them, "I’m sorry you feel that way".
Because obviously if your children CANNOT eat after eight, it must be my fault that you brought them into a busy restaurant at seven thirty and thought your food would be ready in ten minutes. YOU RETARDED-ENTITLED-JERK-WITH-QUESTIONABLE-FUCKING-PARENTING SKILLS, CHOKE ON YOUR RIBS AND LEAVE ALREADY!
So customers aren't the only assholes in my life now.
Stupid little whore addicts that think they can home high as a fucking kite, and the other addicts they live just with won't notice, make me want stab them in the face.
Especially when you won't shut-up and you chain-smoke half a pack of cigarettes in fifteen minutes, yeah NO ONE WILL NOTICE!
I really don't like being lied to.
Then the lying little tramp tries to tell me she can't pee for two hours while I am making her down a glass of water every fifteen minutes.
She finally fessed up, came back three days later and tested dirty again.
We gave her one more chance, relapses happen, even if you did lie and waste a bunch of my time.
So then we sent her to a lock down detox and she gets kicked out for threatening the other patients.
I feel really badly for her parents that are at their wits end and just don't know what to do. But still, I swear when she moves out I will punch her in the face the first time I see her.
Yes, I get the irony.
Why is it that every night I work is crazy busy? Really, even Mondays and Wednesdays are just stupid. In the last three months I have had one night that wasn't slammed when I work. Tonight we had a party of thirty on the patio and a good portion of tables that had to wait for their food were complete asses about it. I was so over it that I just told them, "I’m sorry you feel that way".
Because obviously if your children CANNOT eat after eight, it must be my fault that you brought them into a busy restaurant at seven thirty and thought your food would be ready in ten minutes. YOU RETARDED-ENTITLED-JERK-WITH-QUESTIONABLE-FUCKING-PARENTING SKILLS, CHOKE ON YOUR RIBS AND LEAVE ALREADY!
So customers aren't the only assholes in my life now.
Stupid little whore addicts that think they can home high as a fucking kite, and the other addicts they live just with won't notice, make me want stab them in the face.
Especially when you won't shut-up and you chain-smoke half a pack of cigarettes in fifteen minutes, yeah NO ONE WILL NOTICE!
I really don't like being lied to.
Then the lying little tramp tries to tell me she can't pee for two hours while I am making her down a glass of water every fifteen minutes.
She finally fessed up, came back three days later and tested dirty again.
We gave her one more chance, relapses happen, even if you did lie and waste a bunch of my time.
So then we sent her to a lock down detox and she gets kicked out for threatening the other patients.
I feel really badly for her parents that are at their wits end and just don't know what to do. But still, I swear when she moves out I will punch her in the face the first time I see her.
Yes, I get the irony.