Your uppance will come.

One of the more annoying FNGs is … well … she's a go-go dancer. And not the classy kind, the naked-but-for-boots kind. I would have no problem for that if she weren't also a raging bitch. The first sign of this was when she approached one of the hostesses and asked what she was eating.
“It's chicken alfredo.”
Go-Go Girl poked the hostess in the stomach and said, “That's going to make you fat.” and then walked away. This was the first day she'd ever worked with that particular hostess. I pretty much just try to avoid her because I mostly want to slap her skinny ass to the ground.

I don't know what I did to my knee a few days ago, but it's been hurting like a sonofabitch. I've spent three days limping around the restaurant, calling every morning to request a section close to the kitchen, and basically trying not to cry every time I took a step. So imagine my irritation when I arrived at work tonight to find that I had the hardest section to work, and the one the absolute farthest from the kitchen: the goddamn motherfucking evil bitch patio. And unfortunately for me, I came in the last of everyone so I couldn't get any other station. I was irritated at CL for putting me out there, but I was even more annoyed when I found out that originally, Go-Go Girl had the patio.


The same hostess who I mentioned earlier told me that Go-Go Girl went to CL and said, “I don't want the patio. It's too far to walk. I'm not doing it.” And CL, having not worked with me the last few days and not knowing about my knee, decided to give the whiny little bitch my section just outside the kitchen door. Go-Go Girl, however, had worked with me and knew all about my sore knee.

I'm not going to be stalking her every move to get revenge or anything, but at some point she's going to need something. And when she does, I'm going to remember that because of her selfish bitchy little ass, I spent tonight in knee-crunching agony.