I despise being a waiter.
I was working today at a restaurant, and it was extremely busy. I was running around, trying to get people their food before they lost their patience, and there was this one little shit-faced kid. He was a complete fucking retard, and kept on stopping me saying "UH...EXCUSE ME...CAN I HAVE (insert non-essential item here)". I wanted to murder him. He also threw temper tantrums, and fucking screamed. After they left, I noticed that they left me a shitty tip.
After this, a fat man and woman came in. You know the type - morbidly obese, large swathes of flaccid flesh sagging from their limbs, puffy, pale faces with hideous, squinting eyes, an arrogant, despicable attitude, shrieking, banshee-like voices, lower-class, etc. They thought they were the center of the fucking universe. They both ordered a salad (yeah, that's really going to cancel out the extra 200 pounds of filthy lard you have on your bones), and to be dramatic, put in all sorts of inane requirements. These salads had to be just so. They didn't get them the way the wanted, so they threw a hissy fit, bitched, and whined for over half an hour to the manager (Oh, you didn't get your salad just the way you wanted it? Boo fucking hoo, cry me a river, let me play you a song on the world's smallest violin, etc. Get the fuck over it.) Fucking mongrels - I'll come back to gloat once I get my inheritance.
I fucking hate people.
I was working today at a restaurant, and it was extremely busy. I was running around, trying to get people their food before they lost their patience, and there was this one little shit-faced kid. He was a complete fucking retard, and kept on stopping me saying "UH...EXCUSE ME...CAN I HAVE (insert non-essential item here)". I wanted to murder him. He also threw temper tantrums, and fucking screamed. After they left, I noticed that they left me a shitty tip.
After this, a fat man and woman came in. You know the type - morbidly obese, large swathes of flaccid flesh sagging from their limbs, puffy, pale faces with hideous, squinting eyes, an arrogant, despicable attitude, shrieking, banshee-like voices, lower-class, etc. They thought they were the center of the fucking universe. They both ordered a salad (yeah, that's really going to cancel out the extra 200 pounds of filthy lard you have on your bones), and to be dramatic, put in all sorts of inane requirements. These salads had to be just so. They didn't get them the way the wanted, so they threw a hissy fit, bitched, and whined for over half an hour to the manager (Oh, you didn't get your salad just the way you wanted it? Boo fucking hoo, cry me a river, let me play you a song on the world's smallest violin, etc. Get the fuck over it.) Fucking mongrels - I'll come back to gloat once I get my inheritance.
I fucking hate people.
. We need robots!
