Eat Shit Dave and Busters!
Last day at Dave and Buster's was today.
Overall it really wasn't TOO bad of a work shift, but still stressful none the less. Every ounce of my body and soul hates everything about that place. The money is good every now and then but the shit that i have to deal with isn't worth it. I tried making my last night fun by fucking with my (and other people's) tables as much as possible. I brought out a whole round of "shots" to a group of girls that looked underage that i said "was on the house". They told me they were underage and i said "Oh thats fine, its just water anyway". I did this to one of Kelly's tables as well and he hit me in the face with a handful of whipcream, which i just turned into lemonade because I walked around the customers for about 10 mins with whipcream smeared all over my face and pretended like i didn't notice. Of course this was stopped as soon as the managers noticed.
The thing i don't understand is if I'm doing my job and a DAMN good job at that then whats the harm in attempting to make the workplace fun and tolerable.
Thats not ALL that bothered me about the place but thats one of the many breaking points that encouraged my decision.
Brian Rosenstein said that he actually expected me to do something far bigger on my last night. And oh, I did...it just wasn't as noticeable as whip cream smeared all over my face. I don't want to divulge any specific details...but i will say by the end of a 8 hour shift i walked with over $400....more than i would normally make working my usual 12 - 12 shift on a saturday...and i had only around $1000 in sales.
I feel no harm in ripping off a heartless, degrading, miserable restaurant chain that treats their employees like shit.
I left without doing any side work and celebrated by drinking a few Blue Moons on the roof with some people that live in my building.
Before I end this blog let me just say:
Fuck Esther
Fuck Nikey
Fuck W------
Fuck Jack
Fuck Chris
Fuck Linda
Fuck Kia
Fuck Katrice
Fuck Antoine
Fuck Brian Teclaw
Fuck Anyone else I hate at that goddamn place.
I hope your deaths come after hours of miserable torture and pleading to die. Especially Nikey and Esther. You are miserable, worthless human beings.
Anyway, before I become so bitter that I start to pickle i should probably retire...i have class at noon tomorrow.
Overall it really wasn't TOO bad of a work shift, but still stressful none the less. Every ounce of my body and soul hates everything about that place. The money is good every now and then but the shit that i have to deal with isn't worth it. I tried making my last night fun by fucking with my (and other people's) tables as much as possible. I brought out a whole round of "shots" to a group of girls that looked underage that i said "was on the house". They told me they were underage and i said "Oh thats fine, its just water anyway". I did this to one of Kelly's tables as well and he hit me in the face with a handful of whipcream, which i just turned into lemonade because I walked around the customers for about 10 mins with whipcream smeared all over my face and pretended like i didn't notice. Of course this was stopped as soon as the managers noticed.
The thing i don't understand is if I'm doing my job and a DAMN good job at that then whats the harm in attempting to make the workplace fun and tolerable.
Thats not ALL that bothered me about the place but thats one of the many breaking points that encouraged my decision.
Brian Rosenstein said that he actually expected me to do something far bigger on my last night. And oh, I did...it just wasn't as noticeable as whip cream smeared all over my face. I don't want to divulge any specific details...but i will say by the end of a 8 hour shift i walked with over $400....more than i would normally make working my usual 12 - 12 shift on a saturday...and i had only around $1000 in sales.
I feel no harm in ripping off a heartless, degrading, miserable restaurant chain that treats their employees like shit.
I left without doing any side work and celebrated by drinking a few Blue Moons on the roof with some people that live in my building.
Before I end this blog let me just say:
Fuck Esther
Fuck Nikey
Fuck W------
Fuck Jack
Fuck Chris
Fuck Linda
Fuck Kia
Fuck Katrice
Fuck Antoine
Fuck Brian Teclaw
Fuck Anyone else I hate at that goddamn place.
I hope your deaths come after hours of miserable torture and pleading to die. Especially Nikey and Esther. You are miserable, worthless human beings.
Anyway, before I become so bitter that I start to pickle i should probably retire...i have class at noon tomorrow.