I see icky people...
So... People suck. Did you know?
I was at work today, minding my own business, when lo and behold, the crazy-ass, coked-out drama queen of a former friend of mine came in. Mind you, she knows I work where I do. We hadn't talked in months because she's a fucking schitziod. (say it out loud, and you'll get it). Anyway, my boss takes her order, and I make it.
So, it comes out of the oven, I box it up, and then send her a text message saying, "You want your food that you already paid for, I want my pants." That was it. Nothing real threatening about it, right? I mean, if it would have been her picking it up, then I would have followed through with holding her order hostage, but it was her husband. I'm cool with this guy (as far as I know), so I let it go. Gave him a smile, he took the order and left.
They come back. She's bitching about the fucking text message after they already have their food. Who the hell does that? Her husband didn't say anything as she's ranting and raving like the lunatic she is. She says she doesn't want the food, blah blah blah, I did something to it, can she get a new order only someone else makes it. Yap yap yap.
So, as I'm screaming back at her, she's not even making eye contact with me. You know, it serves me right that she'd come in and bitch. I should have known that she can't keep anything between her and one other person. The one thing I can count on is her big, fat, fucking mouth.
I swear to god, I would have gone right over the counter if we'd have been alone, because I know I can take the bitch if my hair is all tied back and out of reach. She would go for the hair anyway, because she's a crazy fucking mexican. (Not that I have anything against all Mexicans, just her.)
So, I feel better now that I ranted a little. I'm off to visit Charlie and watch Paranoid, starring Jessica Alba.
Until next time, fellow freaks and morons, Sayonara!
~ Jillian
I was at work today, minding my own business, when lo and behold, the crazy-ass, coked-out drama queen of a former friend of mine came in. Mind you, she knows I work where I do. We hadn't talked in months because she's a fucking schitziod. (say it out loud, and you'll get it). Anyway, my boss takes her order, and I make it.
So, it comes out of the oven, I box it up, and then send her a text message saying, "You want your food that you already paid for, I want my pants." That was it. Nothing real threatening about it, right? I mean, if it would have been her picking it up, then I would have followed through with holding her order hostage, but it was her husband. I'm cool with this guy (as far as I know), so I let it go. Gave him a smile, he took the order and left.
They come back. She's bitching about the fucking text message after they already have their food. Who the hell does that? Her husband didn't say anything as she's ranting and raving like the lunatic she is. She says she doesn't want the food, blah blah blah, I did something to it, can she get a new order only someone else makes it. Yap yap yap.
So, as I'm screaming back at her, she's not even making eye contact with me. You know, it serves me right that she'd come in and bitch. I should have known that she can't keep anything between her and one other person. The one thing I can count on is her big, fat, fucking mouth.
I swear to god, I would have gone right over the counter if we'd have been alone, because I know I can take the bitch if my hair is all tied back and out of reach. She would go for the hair anyway, because she's a crazy fucking mexican. (Not that I have anything against all Mexicans, just her.)
So, I feel better now that I ranted a little. I'm off to visit Charlie and watch Paranoid, starring Jessica Alba.
Until next time, fellow freaks and morons, Sayonara!
~ Jillian