Goodbye Dream Job
I hate my job. My dream job has gone bad, the good times have expired.
I knew it was too good to be true. No one there ever liked me. The chefs only look at me for my ass, and everyone else just smiles at me to keep us "on good terms".
I'm not fucking up orders anymore. I have the chefs to fuck them up for me now, it really saves me the trouble. I thought that I've finally improved enough for someone there to be proud of me, I was finally coming home from work satisfied. Now, increasingly, I come home in tears. Just like when I came home from Tony's. Nobody liked me there, either.
I can't do anything about it. The chefs are on power trips over me. Tey'll play with my orders as they wish, then blame me for it. They'll yell, scream, and cause a huge argument in front of everyone. Then I get the shit tip when my table doesn't get their sandwich the way they wanted it. I haven't made over $50 in about two weeks now.
There is no point in me getting a new job at this point. No one will hire me as a waitress, anyway. I'd feel fat and lazy if I went unemployed for the summer, so I'm stuck putting up with this shit for the next 3 months. My car troubles aren't helping much, either. I feel like a caged prisoner in this shithole. Home has always been the last place I ever wanted to be.
I knew it was too good to be true. No one there ever liked me. The chefs only look at me for my ass, and everyone else just smiles at me to keep us "on good terms".
I'm not fucking up orders anymore. I have the chefs to fuck them up for me now, it really saves me the trouble. I thought that I've finally improved enough for someone there to be proud of me, I was finally coming home from work satisfied. Now, increasingly, I come home in tears. Just like when I came home from Tony's. Nobody liked me there, either.
I can't do anything about it. The chefs are on power trips over me. Tey'll play with my orders as they wish, then blame me for it. They'll yell, scream, and cause a huge argument in front of everyone. Then I get the shit tip when my table doesn't get their sandwich the way they wanted it. I haven't made over $50 in about two weeks now.
There is no point in me getting a new job at this point. No one will hire me as a waitress, anyway. I'd feel fat and lazy if I went unemployed for the summer, so I'm stuck putting up with this shit for the next 3 months. My car troubles aren't helping much, either. I feel like a caged prisoner in this shithole. Home has always been the last place I ever wanted to be.