Tales of a waitress who escaped the restaurant industry and then discovered a desk job kind of blows - so I put the apron back on. And I deliver pizza because getting paid to drive around listening to music is pretty awesome.
I am hiding in the bathroom because I was about two seconds away from screaming obscenities at the table of 15 cackling hyenas taking up my section. I might be hiding a body before this night ends.
I tell my co-workers, "I have a van with no back seats. I keep a tarp in it. If you have a shovel, we're set."
I have had that feeling before. I was waiting on tables at one point and I could actually feel myself jabbing a pen in someone's eyes. I had seen this documentary on how soft eyes were and I figured...well lets not talk about what I figured. But I've been there before, and I feel for you.
Yellowcat, that's hilarious and I'm stealing it!Anonymous, eyes are nice and yielding .... I found myself thinking of this comment tonight while at work and getting pissed off! :)
I was at work yesterday and we had this table of 11 and the eye gauging didn't come up. But what I did want to do is yell at this dumb old broad who made me want to beat her to death for her own stupidity. We told her where we were putting her party, and then she goes over the the room, comes back, and tells me she'd like the room I chose for her, because apparently she couldn't remember that I had just mentioned that room less than five minutes prior.....And they had eight seperate checks..I'm taking prisoners next time....
Post a Comment