I decided what my first story should be. It may be the best, considering who you are and what you consider good.
One night, I was working in the kitchen with my boyfriend at the time, along with a couple of waitresses who were around 19, both of whom HATED my best friend because one of their boyfriends would harass her on a daily basis. But they liked me, because my boyfriend was a fat weirdo and I wasn't a threat. Ah, drama, right?
And they didn't hate my boyfriend, because, for the most part, he left them alone.
Until one day.
These two girls and my boyfriend at the time spent the entire shift fucking with each other, as in, spraying sanitizer at each other, throwing food, etc.
At one point, the manager Andi (the insano bi chick who left to be a showgirl in vegas) was cleaning out a clog from the women's toilet, and just gave my boyfriend a bucket full of icky toilet paper water. He then threw that on the one girl's car, you know, to get her back for spraying him with sanitizer.
So that particular girl, being a fucking crazy ass, decided to smear her OWN SHIT all over my boyfriend's car, along with a used tampon.
I had pictures, which I COULD post, but I don't know where they are and my scanner isn't working. Even if I did, I am not paying my school to scan and post pics of someone's shit-covered car from ten years ago.
I have to sleep now. gnnite
are you serious?
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Hiya. I complain now.
I've been looking at server blogs a bunch recently and I really need to start my own. Mostly because I want my own place to bitch, but also because I have some insanely awesome stories that no one really even believes, even other restaurant people. I swear, I am not making this shit up.
I guess one of my favourite stories from before I even worked at place X was one day when the owner felt there were too many cooks on the clock. He didn't alert the manager, or ask why, or have anyone go home. No, he stood in the kitchen and set money on fire, dropping it into a bucket. When asked why, he answered with "burning money," as though it were a complete thought process. Yup.Good stuff. I have many more stories to come. please come back and enjoy them.
I guess one of my favourite stories from before I even worked at place X was one day when the owner felt there were too many cooks on the clock. He didn't alert the manager, or ask why, or have anyone go home. No, he stood in the kitchen and set money on fire, dropping it into a bucket. When asked why, he answered with "burning money," as though it were a complete thought process. Yup.Good stuff. I have many more stories to come. please come back and enjoy them.
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