And I think that message is “Hahaha, FUCK YOU!”
I went in to work feeling happy and chipper. I'd had a few days off, I'd gotten a haircut, and I was feeling cuter than usual. I had a decent section, and we were relatively busy. We had a wait for about three hours, actually, and everybody else was pretty much drowning in money.
I left with 35 bucks, because I got $3 on $57, $2 on $42, $1 on $37, $0 on $22, $2 on $30 from a table that stayed three hours, and one other absolutely atrocious one I can't remember now. The rest of my tips were ten percent. Why? Who the fuck knows? It was just my turn it get fucked, I guess, because all the white trash, old, teenaged, Mexican, coupon-bearing crotch-spawn overloaded bitchy motherfuckers got put in my section.
(Sorry for the racism, ageism, and other -isms in the last sentence. I don't profile when it comes to anything but tips, but anybody who waits tables for five minutes will tell you that those are the groups most likely to fuck you over.)
I actually left in tears because I was so angry. I did not fuck up once the entire evening, not so much as a forgotten side of ranch, and for that I made $35 on $550 in sales? Which freaking loa did I piss off? Do I need to sacrifice a chicken or some shit?