nothing interesting… much…

I know, It’s been a while. Jeff’s been on this Diablo kick with some friends from his work… and so i get no time to get on the computer.

However, I am able to use it today…

I got suspended from work. … I knew I should have called out…

Okay, Saturday come around and I have to start right away because people just come in all at once. So I had a raving headache and I wasn’t fully prepared for the day… well. I had about five tables come in at once and so I was rushing around. Angelo is in the kitchen toasting bread and setting stuff up for me (he and Chris always set things up wrong) so I’m making sure he has what he needs. (Like with the fruit and yogurt that don’t show up on the kitchen tickets.)

I get a few butter knives (for the bagels) and I put them on the METAL counter and Ang starts in with not to slam things around, which I wasn’t, and I guess that set me off. But I’m still taking orders and rushing to get drinks for everyone. And I’m not smiling, but I am being nice, and talking to the customers, (with some pretty dry, quick humor, I might add) and they are all saying ‘oh, looks like you’re busy. Oh, can you get this, and this, and this?’

So I’ll go and get one thing for some one and then the like 12 people at the bar will be like, oh can I get this, and can you do that. So I’m just like, "Yeah, yep, okay, absolutely" Still trying to get things for the other 20 or so people in the restaurant. But when anyone is at the bar, they are always first (in their eyes) And they are making crude jokes at my expense, even though I’m doing everything to try and act friendly with a pounding headache that keeps getting worse. I try rubbing my temple so that the guys at the bar hopefully see that I’m in some pain, along with the busy-ness. But they just keep making jokes (which get under my skin, no matter how I try and ignore them)

Jokes like, ‘Looks like she has too much to do to take care of us properly’, ‘Can you smile honey, and make me a drink while you’re at it?’ (I’m sorry, it’s still too early for alcohol < — my programmed response), ‘Do you need us to help you make breakfast?’; ‘Can we make our own drinks?’, ‘Maybe if you had slept in my bed…’, ‘Can I help you?’

Needless to say they were pissing me off. AND I still haven’t even begun to notice that I haven’t brought one tray of food out. Angelo did take care of that for me, for which I was thankful. But seriously, I was running a marathon going back and forth trying to make everyone happy. So I’m exhausted, dealing with crude guys, and this headache will not leave me alone. So at this point I couldn’t smile even if I wanted, and very monotone, to try and not seem like a bitch. Apparently it was considered rude. *sigh*  -.-“

I can’t win really. I was as nice as possible trying to run around and remember everything…. Like I had two tables close together and one wanted more OJ and the other heard them say it and they wanted more, which starts a chain reaction of wants and needs. So back to the bar I go and try and remember what to add to what check, and remember to get the drinks, deal with the crude group, them clear plates, and get told to stop slamming stuff that I am just placing quickly on a fucking metal table.

  Tell me who else would love to do that? If it were not for the group at the bar and the raving headache bashing it’s way in to every moment of peace I had. Plus Angelo telling me not to slam things that I could slam harder… -.-“

So I got five complaints of being rude….. WHICH I WASN’T! I’m so sorry that I felt like shit, and had shit being flung at me, on top of the shit I was wading in. They were lucky I wasn’t screaming at them to all shut up. Monotone isn’t rude, it’s, ‘Hi, I feel like shit, what can I do for you?’ So after it was all cleaned up, Angelo started in on me, yelling about slamming things around and being rude. And how I should be more like Vanessa at these times (which usually I am, you know except for the times my head’s pounding—which you know, Now that I think of it, Vanessa never takes more than two tables at a time when she has a hangover) But he won’t let me tell him, One, I feel like crap, Two, tell me you’d like 12 guys all harassing you while you are running around like crazy.  

Yeah…. That’s what’s been happening. Nothing.

Well I’ll talk you all later.

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