As always, the height of professionalism.

In one shift, CL did the following:

1) Yelled at two different employees in front of two sets of customers.
2) Sat next to customers talking trash about employees with Junior.
3) Stood in the kitchen screaming so loudly I could literally hear her on the other side of the restaurant. Which was half-full. And had football blaring out of every tv.
4) Did a jell-o shot with all the bar customers to celebrate her college football team winning a game.

Yes, she's still employed.

Amusement!

I waited on a mom and her adult daughters last night. They were fun, having a girls' night out, and it was nice to see some smiling people for once. They had drinks and salads, and when their meals went out I skipped over to see if they needed anything else.

"Well," the mom said, "I didn't get hardly any potatoes! Is this a diet plate or something?" She sounded utterly disgusted.
I just started giggling, I couldn't help it. "Um, yes, actually. It's one of our Low Calorie items."
She blinked at me.
"'Is this a diet plate or something?'" one of her daughters mocked, and we all busted up laughing -- including the mom.

Oh, thank god for people who don't suck.

Resentment.

I'm going through one of those phases where I can't stand to think of the restaurant once I leave. I know hilarious stuff has happened; I know I've had entry-worthy customers. But I'm just so full of anger and resentment toward the place, and CL, Junior, and Chrissy in particular, that I feel like my brain is just deleting those sectors as soon as I walk out the door. I can't really recall a single specific detail about any of my shifts last week. It's all just a blur of the same faces, the same events, the same actions, over and over. Utter boredom!

And in the "who gives a fuck" department ...

Most of the time, Dolly drives me fucking crazy and I want to grab her by the face out of the bar and make my own drinks. So usually if a customer complained about her, I'd wonder if this will be the straw that gets her ass kicked out. But tonight's complaint was just .... oi.

It was a busy night, and so a couple with their five year old daughter chose to sit at the bar instead of wait for a table. We're a family place so that isn't that uncommon. The little girl was adorable - you know, for crotchspawn -- and loved being up on a high stool where she could see everything. She was also dancing to some our ridiculously loud music.

Well, one of the songs that came on was LMFAO's "Sexy And I Know It". I kind of think it's a hilarious song, and the video is definitely .... interesting. Anyway, there's a part in the song where he says "wiggle" over and over. So the little girl had been bopping to this very catchy song, and when it got to the wiggle part, Dolly said something like "can you wiggle?" And she and this cute little kid started wiggling.

Now, anybody will a brain can probably picture this. Think how a five year old is going to wiggle -- that's what Dolly was doing right along with her, goofy and with a big grin on her face. The kid's parents were laughing, they absolutely loved it. The other bar guests were laughing. It was great .... until one of Cat-Eye's table called her over. They said it was inappropriate, that they had children with them who didn't need to see that kind of behavior, and they wanted to pay for their food -- which they weren't even going to wait for -- RIGHT NOW because they were leaving and would never be back.

You couldn't make this shit up.

Yet more bullshit.

Work Wife and I are kind of on the outs now because she basically told me I deserved what I got on Friday because she heard about "the things" I was saying and they weren't cool. Now, I don't care if people say bad things about me as long as they're true. Am I temperamental, judgmental, crude, and often negative? Absofuckinglutely. Do I say negative things about veterans and active military, particularly on Veterans' Day? Absofuckinglutely not. And that's what somebody told Wife -- and maybe CL, for all I know. What the fuck is wrong with these people? Why do they make shit up?

Incidentally, I re-scheduled one of the interviews I had to cancel last week because of being so sick. So maybe I'll be able to escape soon.

Too angry to write.

I want to, I've been trying to, but I'm so fucking pissed off I can't seem to coherently write the story. Basically, Chicken Little cost me about $150 tonight. She sent me home in the middle of my shift, on our busiest day of the year, because she didn't think I took very good care of a table that was kissing her ass (and never said one word about being unhappy to me, and tipped me VERY well) .... and because I had the balls to say I wanted to make money.

Thank you Cold Faerie!

An illness is just what I needed with no money in my pocket!

Perhaps, more change.

I have an interview at another restaurant Thursday, and a second one called to set one up today. I'm not sure I want to work at either; one is a more upscale chain, and one is .... well, hard to say too much without identifying it, but the atmosphere there is kind of on crack.

But I've got to either get the fuck out of the current hellhole, or severely scale back my time there. I may work two jobs for a few months (oh god kill me now) to try to put together the funds for another trip to England this summer; or I might attempt it and after a week end up in jail for lobotomizing some asshole with a ramekin. Time will tell.