genetic_freeman

I feel like I've been living at Montanas this weekend. I don't usually work fridays but I figured I'd take the extra shift. I worked with Tim for the first time, he's a pretty funny guy. On Saturday the kitchen manager called and asked if I could come in an hour earlier because my pre-closer called in sick. So that means I had to work through a saturday rush by myself. NOT COOL. I got fucking raped with work. But it gave me good license to yell and throw shit. Which I did. Varily. I didn't get any help until 9:30. Melanie came in to give me help so I stared at her ass for a while. That was my favourite part of the night. But because I was clearly on the edge of a mental breakdown and because I worked my ass off alone on a saturday the closing manager called a shift meeting and got everyone to thank me for doing a good job (and not going Dylan Klebold on the place). yesterday wasn't bad though, I didn't get hit too hard by a lot of work and kept up on everything. At like an hour until close we somehow filled up the patio and bar with people so we had a secondary rush but it was easy for me. OH MAN! That fucking bastard of a overnight cleaner got fired! My manager Jeff told him that he hasn't been doing a good enough job and the guy almost punched him. Then he stormed out. That fucker is fired! I hated him.

I will build on this later, I have to go now though, more to come.