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.
And yet the fact that 99% of my customers are flaming fucking douchehounds has had me in a near rage for the last eight hours. Fucking fuckers.
Don't you love how much people are raging douche bags sometimes? I was at work today and had these five old hags who ordered endless soup and salad. I bring more salad and ask about soups and two ladies want one. I pointedly ask the one who didnt say anything if she wants soup, and she says "I'm fine right now". So I get everything else and old english grandmother is like "I'll have another minestrone now" and I'm like "Okay, but if you'll pardon me its going to take a few minutes because I let the other server have the last bowl and it usually takes five minutes to get more soup. I wish you had told me so you didn't have to wait". Freaking old douche got all touchy...and her friends chided her saying she shoulda chimed in...If I ever get that old I am going to kill myself and be eaten by wild dogs like Bridget Jones...
Take it easy "Cranky"...
Banquet Manager, if I took it easy I wouldn't have a blog! :)Squishy, I got an email with your comment while I was at work and your Bridget Jones reference made me laugh! Possibly the only time that night!
You make me laugh, PurpleGirl, So I'm glad I could return the favor. I won't lie, I totally sit here after work and veg and read your blog. I can understand where you're coming from, and its like therapy coming home after a bad shift and hearing I wasn't the only one to get a hose job performed on them. I will admit I've never responded on anyone's website and I hope to keep doing so as I read your whiley adventures.
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