bitch, bitch, bitch, i know
i fucking hate customers that come in the restaurnat 5 minutes before we close, even when they can SEE that the parking lot is empty and stay until 11:00. do they care that the cashier has homework? a big fucking NO. they don't give a fuck about anybody but themselves. and then they leave a fucking 3 dollar tip on a $35 tab. it makes me sick. and i've still got homework. and i fucking hate my sub for orchestra because he doesn't shut up and we can't learn our music and he always talks about himself. that's all i do anymore is listen to other people's crap. i'm bloody tired of it. and then this fucking lady comes up to me and is all "we had HORRIBLE customer service!! i can't believe how awful this restaurant is" (and of course, it's MY fault because i'm the last person she sees while walking out the door) so i ask politely, "well, what table were you sitting at, ma'am? i could let the manager know about your server..." and then she interrupts "I DON'T KNOW!! there's no NUMBERS on the tables!!!" and i asked her to point it out to me and she's all "well it doesn't matter now does it?? all that matters is how horible my server was!!!" and so jason hears and he asks if he could help her since he was a manager and she said no and stuck her nose up in the air and left. like she had to take it all out on me because she was too intimidated to tell a fucking manager. all i wanted tonight was to just come home to somebody that i love and have them tell me that everything was going to be okay. but all i have to come home to is livejournal and a stack of papers to go through. antony starts work tomorrow; i'll only be able to see and talk to him maybe a couple times a month now. god i just want someone to be there for me.