I miss my computer! Gaaaah!
A couple of nights ago, my "Work Wife" rang in a burger that normally comes with fried onions. Well, somehow we were out of onions. Which I think just meant the lazy cooks didn't want to chop more. Anyway, WW ordered the burger with "no fried onion sub onion ring" - our onion rings are pre-battered so we still had those.
Well, Rehab sent the burger out with rings instead of fries. WW brought it back and Rehab totally lost her shit. Started screaming, saying WW was wrong, it was her fault, and "I'm not fucking fixing it!" Then she told WW to get out of "her" kitchen.
I ended up getting some of her tables' drinks because of that; it's bullshit any of us are afraid to do part of our jobs because of this bitch. But it gets worse. The next time WW did go into the kitchen, Rehab said to the person next to her, "watch this!" And she fucking mule-kicked WW right in the knee.
HotPants told her to leave after that, but I bet you that'll be her only "punishment."