I worked last night until midnight. remembered why I like bar shifts as opposed to serving shifts...customers are asssholes.
Honestly...
It's due to their insecurities, I swear.
They're pushed around all the time by parents, teachers; the girls are worried that they're fat and the boys are worried about penis size, and they come into the restaurant and relish in the idea of "let's push the serving wench around and treat her like shit to make ourselves feel better, she's paid *less than minimum wage* to put up with our bullshit'...so I take it with a smile and thank them profusely for the bloody 50 cent tip they were gracious enough to give me. "Thanks, guys, now my kids can have shoes!!!"
They're worse when I'm bartending..drunken mysoginistic animals rude beyond belief...but at least I can smile as I cut them of..when serving, it doesn't wuite work that way. We reserve the right to refuse alcohol, not food.
Gah.
The neigbors in my townhouse are doing renovations and my room smells like paint thinner...which I can't handle...so I feel ill and my head feels fuzzy...
...I can't wait until tomorrow night. I go home to London and see my folks.
So excited, I miss my mother so...
It will be nice to bake cookies with mom and see my Nana again.
Hope all is well and life is good for you all.
Honestly...
It's due to their insecurities, I swear.
They're pushed around all the time by parents, teachers; the girls are worried that they're fat and the boys are worried about penis size, and they come into the restaurant and relish in the idea of "let's push the serving wench around and treat her like shit to make ourselves feel better, she's paid *less than minimum wage* to put up with our bullshit'...so I take it with a smile and thank them profusely for the bloody 50 cent tip they were gracious enough to give me. "Thanks, guys, now my kids can have shoes!!!"
They're worse when I'm bartending..drunken mysoginistic animals rude beyond belief...but at least I can smile as I cut them of..when serving, it doesn't wuite work that way. We reserve the right to refuse alcohol, not food.
Gah.
The neigbors in my townhouse are doing renovations and my room smells like paint thinner...which I can't handle...so I feel ill and my head feels fuzzy...
...I can't wait until tomorrow night. I go home to London and see my folks.
So excited, I miss my mother so...
It will be nice to bake cookies with mom and see my Nana again.
Hope all is well and life is good for you all.
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boo1:
meep meep meep. I'm gonna try to take some new piccie poo's tonight. Im very unsatisfied with this silly Hot Topic wishlist. Apparently you have to order it yourself, THEN get the persons address to mail it to them your damn self! WTF is THAT bullshit. But I have someone willing to buy me those shoes so fuckit, let em know my address, I don't really care. LOL. If you never hear from me again, you'll know what's become of me!!! 
fenchurch:
Aw, thank you love