thelastboss

Then we went to a diner. The only thing worse than looking at your watch and realizing it's already 3:30, is shortly afterward realizing that it's also daylight savings time so it's actually 4:30. It's like a one-two punch to finish the ass kicking that today consisted of.
What a fucking miserable day at work. My customers were all douchebags. My last table just fucking sat there and glared at me every time I asked them a question. So I would look at them for 3 seconds, say I guess not, and walk away. When I first brought out their salads, the one guy looked at it and said "what the hell is that?" and pointed at the fried onions. I told him they were fried onions and to stop being such a fucking baby and just shut the hell up and eat the damn things. Well okay I actually only said they were fried onions and they were good. I didn't offer to replace the salad or anything, I just walked away. Because these guys were being assholes right from the start and I was sick of kissing people's asses all day no matter how miserable they were to me. It's not my fucking fault the pope died today. He was old. Get over it. They left me less than $8 on an $80 check.
And the two good looking girls at the table before them, who had a perfect meal with no complaints, and I even made their desserts look pretty because I thought they were cute, fucking stiffed me to.
Fuckers.
I hate customers.
I hate my job. Not just my restaurant. I hate being a waiter.
Fuck this job.
It's so hard to get back into a corporate job when you're a waiter though... I'm tempted to because I don't know how much longer I can take this indignity. Waiting tables was good at first because it helped me become more outgoing, but now it's hurting my pride to kiss peoples asses all day long and get shit on in return.
I don't know what the hell to do.