Beer Supplier

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

Why are people such assholes? I worked my double yesterday, and got screwed both ways. First shift someone didn’t show so they moved me to a different section to cover, but not before sending me to walmart to get bread, and buy the time I got through the Saturday crowd and traffic on Tax Free Weekend, the pop was over at work, and I made a mere 41 dollars. Second shift I was working outside, in which I didn’t get a table for two hours straight, and one of my tables walked out on the check. On purpose. Two guys, and they had an appetizer, a steak, beer, the whole nine. I went inside right after checking on them, ran another table’s credit card, came back out and they were gone. I took 3 minutes max. I had Brad check the men’s room just to be sure. I couldn’t find them. I was so pissed. I get written up because they walked out, too. Like that’s even fucking rational. How can we control the actions of others. If those guys dare come back in, and I see them, it’s over. I’ll fucking break their knee caps, and rob them blind. They better never come back as long as I’m there. I remember their faces, I never forget. It’s so on.

I picked up to work today for Amelia, so she could cook for tonight. She’s having a Thanksgiving in August party. Then they are all going to see Taladaga nights. I’ve never been one who loves NASCAR, so I’m opting to sit that movie out, but dinner sounds good. I can’t cook, so I’m not bringing anything, plus after working a double, and picking up her shift, I won’t have time to cook. I’ll be supplying beverages though, aka beer!