All righty then... what's been going on on my end..
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Yesterday, I had an asshole table that wanted to crucify me almost more than I wanted to nail them up and watch em die. Almost.
I wanted to kill the girl at the table who was "running things" slowly and painfully... She kept complaining, and everyone else at the table did what she wanted. It was a nine top, no big deal, but at Olive Garden we have to split big parties. So, me and a girl named Brandy (who was in my training class) got to split it. IThe party came in like two people at a time, and after half an hour, only four were there. I took drink orders for the four, and told them I'd give them time to wait for the other five people. Hostess came up and said that supposedly the other people were at Walmart... and would be showing up whenever they were done there. Fan-fucking-tastic. So, I check on the four, they're fine, and will wait till the others get there to order. Five minutes later, two more show up, and order drinks. Three of the first four want to order, so Brandy takes three food orders. We bring out salad for the first three who have placed a food order, and the other three freak out... "Where's my salad plate??" "Um, can I have some breadsticks?" Yeah, when you order FOOD, you fucks. So, we bring out enough for the others, even though they haven't ordered. Two more show up, one person orders. One girl orders a drink, full of alcohol and therefore expensive, and doesn't like it, and wants a new one. Fine. I go and tell the bartender, who is extremely busy, what she wants. He forgets. Someone else shows up (winds up being 8 people instead of nine) and orders. The food for the first three who ordered comes out, and the next two who had ordered are mad that theirs isn't out, too. Um, maybe if you had ordered at the same time, it would come out at the same time. There's a thought... To make a long story short, they demanded to see the manager six times before he got fed up, threw their checks across the kitchen (which is scarey coming from a guy who never so much as raises his voice) and he comped their whole 200 dollar check. The main bitch at the table, tore up the original check we had given her, and wrote "Thanks for Dinner" on one of the big pieces... The bitch is licky I don't know where she lives. Brandy was crying by the end of it all, and I smoked the first cigarette I've had in four months. Sucky night.
Freakin people.
Luckily, I still like my job. Everyone there is so cool, and the managers never yell. It's almost weird it's so relaxed.
House is good, quiet and still waiting on some boxes.
Pets are good. Beaker's tumor is scabbed over from where is broke, and it healing with the help of meds. It doesn't look like she has any more right now, so hopefully she's going to be ok for the next few months.
Houdini... she's really cute. She has embedded herself right in the middle of my rat heirarchy, and they all love her. She doesn't break out of the big cage, and Beaker still treats her like her baby.
My puppy dug a hole. Big enough to bury the big puppy, and when I went outside, she was proud of herself. It wasn't "Oh crap, mom is here..." It was "Mom, look what I DID!!!!" I love my puppy, she's adorable. I'm glad that I have a house where she can do doggy things, like dig holes and get muddy
I love being in love. It really is the best thing ever. My uy had to come in today to bring me my cell phone and wine key since I forgot them at home, and seeing him made me happy for the rest of the night
It's just hard to be in a bad mood when someone loves you.
That's about it in my world. What's up in your world?
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Yesterday, I had an asshole table that wanted to crucify me almost more than I wanted to nail them up and watch em die. Almost.
I wanted to kill the girl at the table who was "running things" slowly and painfully... She kept complaining, and everyone else at the table did what she wanted. It was a nine top, no big deal, but at Olive Garden we have to split big parties. So, me and a girl named Brandy (who was in my training class) got to split it. IThe party came in like two people at a time, and after half an hour, only four were there. I took drink orders for the four, and told them I'd give them time to wait for the other five people. Hostess came up and said that supposedly the other people were at Walmart... and would be showing up whenever they were done there. Fan-fucking-tastic. So, I check on the four, they're fine, and will wait till the others get there to order. Five minutes later, two more show up, and order drinks. Three of the first four want to order, so Brandy takes three food orders. We bring out salad for the first three who have placed a food order, and the other three freak out... "Where's my salad plate??" "Um, can I have some breadsticks?" Yeah, when you order FOOD, you fucks. So, we bring out enough for the others, even though they haven't ordered. Two more show up, one person orders. One girl orders a drink, full of alcohol and therefore expensive, and doesn't like it, and wants a new one. Fine. I go and tell the bartender, who is extremely busy, what she wants. He forgets. Someone else shows up (winds up being 8 people instead of nine) and orders. The food for the first three who ordered comes out, and the next two who had ordered are mad that theirs isn't out, too. Um, maybe if you had ordered at the same time, it would come out at the same time. There's a thought... To make a long story short, they demanded to see the manager six times before he got fed up, threw their checks across the kitchen (which is scarey coming from a guy who never so much as raises his voice) and he comped their whole 200 dollar check. The main bitch at the table, tore up the original check we had given her, and wrote "Thanks for Dinner" on one of the big pieces... The bitch is licky I don't know where she lives. Brandy was crying by the end of it all, and I smoked the first cigarette I've had in four months. Sucky night.
Freakin people.
Luckily, I still like my job. Everyone there is so cool, and the managers never yell. It's almost weird it's so relaxed.
House is good, quiet and still waiting on some boxes.
Pets are good. Beaker's tumor is scabbed over from where is broke, and it healing with the help of meds. It doesn't look like she has any more right now, so hopefully she's going to be ok for the next few months.
Houdini... she's really cute. She has embedded herself right in the middle of my rat heirarchy, and they all love her. She doesn't break out of the big cage, and Beaker still treats her like her baby.
My puppy dug a hole. Big enough to bury the big puppy, and when I went outside, she was proud of herself. It wasn't "Oh crap, mom is here..." It was "Mom, look what I DID!!!!" I love my puppy, she's adorable. I'm glad that I have a house where she can do doggy things, like dig holes and get muddy
I love being in love. It really is the best thing ever. My uy had to come in today to bring me my cell phone and wine key since I forgot them at home, and seeing him made me happy for the rest of the night
It's just hard to be in a bad mood when someone loves you.
That's about it in my world. What's up in your world?
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