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so today was very emotional. i finally talked everything out with my mom about moving out. shes really upset but i know shes tring her hardest not to show it. and just knowing that makes me so sad. we didnt get along for the longest time and now im really going to miss her. the past 6 months with her has been so much better then i have imagined. but i know its not like im never going to see her again. im ready to start my new life and i dont regret this.
then on top of all that work was hell. i was so stressed out already bc one of the cooks called off and we didnt have a cook for like 3 hours so one of the servers and one of the dishwashers tried to figure out stuff and screwed so much up that at one of my tables i didnt even get any tips. than two mafia wanna be assholes came in at like5 til close and ordered a sandwich and didnt want cheese. well stupid me i fuck up the ticket and when trying to transfer it to another one, i forget the cheese. i bring out his order and he looks at it and says " what the fuck.....? tell me what the fuck is wrong with that sandwich?! i mean are you that stupid tat u fucked that up?!"
i went to takes his food back and because it was past closing, the grill was off and they were cleaning it. i tell my manager. he yells. then i break down and cry. then he feels bad about all of it and goes to the table and makes the assholes feel bad for making me cry and the took me in the back to calm me down.
i dont know why i broke down like that. it has to be because of all this shit with moving out. bc you all know me...i dont cry over assholes. im the one who screams back at them! but no i cried? i dunno but it took forever fo rme to calm down.. and i go back there and see that he left me a 6 doller tip.
i guess john really made him feel bad.
i dunno....ill just be glad when everything is back to being stressfree...
wait a sec.
when does that ever happen?
then on top of all that work was hell. i was so stressed out already bc one of the cooks called off and we didnt have a cook for like 3 hours so one of the servers and one of the dishwashers tried to figure out stuff and screwed so much up that at one of my tables i didnt even get any tips. than two mafia wanna be assholes came in at like5 til close and ordered a sandwich and didnt want cheese. well stupid me i fuck up the ticket and when trying to transfer it to another one, i forget the cheese. i bring out his order and he looks at it and says " what the fuck.....? tell me what the fuck is wrong with that sandwich?! i mean are you that stupid tat u fucked that up?!"
i went to takes his food back and because it was past closing, the grill was off and they were cleaning it. i tell my manager. he yells. then i break down and cry. then he feels bad about all of it and goes to the table and makes the assholes feel bad for making me cry and the took me in the back to calm me down.
i dont know why i broke down like that. it has to be because of all this shit with moving out. bc you all know me...i dont cry over assholes. im the one who screams back at them! but no i cried? i dunno but it took forever fo rme to calm down.. and i go back there and see that he left me a 6 doller tip.
i guess john really made him feel bad.
i dunno....ill just be glad when everything is back to being stressfree...
wait a sec.
when does that ever happen?