Why can’t people tip properly???? Seriously if you want me to run my ass off for you then you better fucking tip me right!!! $3 on a large bill is bullshit and unfortunately I can’t say shit to you because I will probably get fired for telling you to suck a fat cock.
If it were up to me, people would have to tip before receiving service. That way we can all be assured you get the service you pay for and I work however hard your tip amount is.
Also when cashing out listen to the words that I say to you. The tip percentage is based on a discounted amount and not on the full total. Did you catch that? Or would you be one of the hundreds of people who either don’t listen or don’t care and tip me $2 on a $50-$80 check originally.
Fuck I hate my job. I really can’t wait to quit. And to anyone who tips like shit.. You sir, are an asshole.
So today was a normal day filled with bullshit and demands. Another day of me wanting to throat punch some random asshole that gives me any shit. Its a fuckin joy.
At the end of my shift today I decided to order some food so I didn’t have to pay for anything. I refuse to pay for it even though they say I should pay at least half but if he is getting my time at this bullshit wage then I eat free and I could care less if they don’t like it. What’s he gonna do? Stop me? Nope, not even my own boss won’t fuck with me. Smart man.
Anyways, I get a burger with cheese only with fries and a salad… Did you catch that? CHEESE ONLY. This retard cook hands me a burger covered with mushrooms and onions. That’s not fucking cheese only! How fucking hard is it to make an order the way it was ordered? Apparently it is fucking impossible in this shit hole. My dumb ass salad was supposed to have meats and cheese all over it. Guess what I got… lettuce, tomato, crouton salad. Ummm where the fuck is the rest??? Its missing 5 ingredients. Making a salad must have fried his brain and he went full retard on that shit.
Stupid asses I swear!! I am tempted to get on one of those review sites like urbanspoon.com or something like it and give the restaurant a bad review. That’s how shitty I am and I am fully okay with that.
Just got the best phone call. It was one of the other servers calling to let me know that I can take the night off tonight because its been dead all day.
I wonder whats going on at that place. Most people don’t have a problem with the food or service and have been repeat customers ever since we opened but this weekend has been terrible business wise. That’s not good just because I can’t make money like that.
The plus side of it is that I don’t have to deal with anyone, except my husband, tonight. Which makes me … well…. indifferent. Probably not the best words to come from a wife but after all I am “the raging waitress” which can apply to home life as “the lunatic life”.
After careful evaluation of myself, I realize that I am a lot like the girl from waiting, you know, the one when is nice to the customers and in the back she is really pissed. Yea that’s me.
I got to work early tonight. I was hoping to see the other server but I didn’t see anyone. What the hell? Where is everyone? I know that there is supposed to be a server here because its Friday. I look around and don’t see anyone.
The phone rings and the boss answers it. He then tells whoever he is talking to that he send everyone but me home because its been dead all day……
WHAT THE FUCK MAKES HIM THINK THAT I WANTED TO FUCKING STAY HERE. WHY THE FUCK IS IT ALWAYS ME!?!?!?!
I’m obviously really pissed off right now. Like so pissed that I am ready to assault someone.
The night continues to be slow as fuck. I can’t stand it. One at a time the stupid tables come in. When that tables leaves I get to sit around for 20 minutes or so before another fucking table casually strolls in and pisses me off. When will it end? Closing time, that’s when. Fuck closing time.. I’m ready to leave NOW!
At this moment, not only am I starving to death (yes I work in a restaurant but fuck this food it sucks) and waiting for four douche bags to vacate the premises. They are seriously the slowest eating people I have ever seen.
Thank aliens they are almost done (45 minutes later) so I am about to leave this place a wreck and run out of here like I just robbed the place.
I dread going to work, as most people do. But I literally despise it. I only do it because I have to pay the bills that continue to go up as my pay stays the same. Its honestly complete bullshit. I’m sure you know exactly what I am saying.
My favorite part of the work day is the end, when I clock out and walk out the door. I love the feeling of being done with it for the night and the feeling of the fresh air outside.
Driving down the road heading away from work with the windows down and the radio on. Have a cigarette lit and just cruisin. Now that’s the best part of a work day.
I really can’t wait for this Friday night to be over with.
Enjoy your fourth everyone!
Funny. Since the day this bitch started working here she has not done any of her side work. Well I just learned tonight that she will be working the morning shift tomorrow.
I have to close tonight and I don’t feel like doing my side work. I will just leave it for her to do since she loves to do that to me.
How about a taste of her own medicine huh. Here is a short list of the things I won’t be doing tonight.
1) Cleaning the bathrooms
2) cleaning the dining room
3) restocking everything
4) giving a fuck
So there you have it. That’s my list. Pretty generic but you get the idea.
Shoot me. I hate Saturdays. Only because it gets insanely busy, like, I can’t keep up busy.
It also doesn’t help that I get them pleasure of working with someone I have never worked with before… let’s just say I’m glad I don’t have to work with her on a regular basis.
My first table of the night was a couple of regulars. They know what they want and don’t need a menu. Nice and simple, no questions, no extra requests except for a drink refill but just once. They always have a coupon so they tip me ten dollars in cash every time. I respect them and occasionally give them a free desert.
Before these people even sat down they tell me what they want to drink. Sweet tea every time. The other server decides to get the drinks and take them out. Ok cool, make my job easy but I had nothing else to do. So I go over to them and ask what they want. A crawfish platter and a bowl of chicken and sausage gumbo. Simple.
Now this is where I start to get mad. The other server goes to the back and places my order for me and starts to get the crawfish platter. Once it was done she snatches it out of the window and takes it to my table. I WAS STANDING RIGHT THERE WTF BITCH!? Does she have some sort of mental problem?? Fine whatever take the fuckin food out if it makes you feel superior.
Well as the night carried on I realized that 1) I don’t like this girl at all and 2) its been dead as hell with no signs of that changing. I made an executive decision and sent that girl home for the night after i made her do 80% of the closing side work and I still had 3 hours to go. Which ended up being no big deal because it was manageable by one person and that just meant more money for me. The night stayed slow and I loved it. It was just me out front and two other people in the back. That’s why I love my job by the way. Laid back, amazing pay ($25-30 per hour with the tips I make) and I don’t really have to work with anyone.
I actually got out on time tonight which is a miracle because cleaning and side work are a bitch by myself but most of it was already done for me. I rush the last of it and leave as fast as possible.
It doesn’t matter if anything isn’t completed because I have to be there in the morning for the breakfast/lunch rush, which sucks ass because its just me and the boss. No dishwasher, no help. Oh joy….