Y'all ain't gonna believe this shit...

Hell, I can barely believe it myself.

That chick is severely twisted.
The rap-bitch from work?
Yeah, her.

I was stuck with her stupid ass Friday night, as I was pissing and moaning about before.
I was correct to piss and moan about it, too.
BEFORE MIDNIGHT, cuntbag played that song.
By the third or fourth time, the other waitress were rejecting it themselves and I was just totally ignoring RB (rapbitch).

Okay... in the interest of keeping this straight in my own mind, let me run it down, thang by thang...
'Cause, see, otherwise, I'd not remember this shit because it falls under the catagory of "dramaqueen horseshit-delete immediately" in my head. However, this time, I just feel like it'd be best to keep it straight somewhere, so "here" it is and then I can forget it, thus not waste braincells I have too few of to begin with.
See?
*crosses eyes*

Anyway... I get there and there she is.
*sigh*

Like I said, before freakin' midnight, she starts. I heard her and one of the other chicks discussing the candy M&M's and thought to myself, "Girl, if you get her started on that..."
Sure enough, it did.
Thing is, RB tried to get the other chick to play it.

As the other chick was slowly heading in that direction (toward the juke), I called out to her, "Just remember.... when you're on Action, I'm behind you..." while I made a slingshot motion, with a grin on my face.

She stopped.

RB then passed her, grabbing the dollar and did her dirty deed her own self.

THEN, she LEFT THE AREA AND WENT OUT TO SMOKE A BUTT!!!
She plays this shit, then leaves.
Tell ya anything?

Anyway...

That was pretty much it for her to begin with... far as I was concerned, she's just shit now.

She kept trying to get me to talk to her. Suckin' up like a pro.
Wasn't working for her, though.
I don't think she's cute, after all.

She sat at a little booth near the register where me and the other waitress she'd tried to get to do her dirty work were standing. She calls my name and motions me over.
I don't even acknowledge her, except to say to the girl next to me, "Oh, fuck that. Look... is there any question in your mind that I hate rap? (She shakes her head, "no") Okay then, it stands to reason, does it not, then, that that jerk over there also knows I hate rap, right? Right. Therefore, it is clear to me that there is nothing, no words, I can say that are going to make my point any clearer than it already is, so, like I said... fuck that bullshit."

The chick next to me said, "Well, you make a good point", then started laughing.

I said, "Thank you." and left it at that.

Now, if only RB woulda done the same... bitch.

This was when her ass-kissing campaign swung into action.
*yawn*

THEN, she had the fuckin' BALLS to go by me and REACH OUT AND GRAB MY ARM, GIVE IT A BRIEF SQUEEZE and, Thank God, go on her way.
*shudder, gag, convulsion*

SHE TOUCHED ME!!!! EW EW EWEWEW!!!!

Why, God, WHY?

She goes out of her way to pretty much make me hate her then touches me.

I don't get it.
At ALL.

Normally, with people I like, I'm a very huggy, touchy kinda person. Hugs are great to begin with. Add to that the fact that I've spent my life around horses, whom it's best to touch and keep in direct contact with pretty much, lest they get scared and kick ya or something, and I touch people a LOT. When I hafta squeeze by people I work with, some of the customers, even, I'll put my hand on 'em lightly and either just let them know I'm there, going by, or slide my hand across 'em as I go, depending on who it is and how tight the situation I'm trying to squeeze through is.
I've never ONCE touched that chick, lemme tell ya. Ick.

Being touched by her was the pure and total opposite of the best it's ever been doing that to other people.

Oh, and that made it worse, not better, with me for that clueless dickhead, by the way.
She'll see... reeeeal soon, too.

I spent a little time yesterday, after I got up, seriously trying to figure her shit out. I mean, it a way, it's almost like the BC, in that that one knows she's evil, doesn't care and in fact, uses it with a glad heart to manipulate her way through life.

Then, there are people who're kinda like that, except it's more instinctual, less a conscious choice to be that way, like they haven't learned any better yet, not that that changes or lessens the degree of an ass-ache they are to be around.

This assmunch fucktard falls somewhere in between, or so I concluded before I got to work last night... and heard the rest of it.

Jesus.

I seem to have a fullout fuckin' stalker.

You would not believe the machinations she went through to try to work last night.

Now, she left Saturday morning around 2/2:30am, which was fine, as she's about fuckin' useless as a waitress anyway. She had about 5 checks by the time she left. The other two girls had small piles of them. (As people end shifts, and at major shift changes, we reunite the dupes and "originals" and put them away together for the bosses. What they do with them, I have no clue, nor do I care.)
Anyway, those checks prove she did jackshit all night.
In fact, she even left tables sitting for half of forever more than once and this one table had to ask me for everything, as in "Can we have some coffee now, please?", after they'd been there the first fifteen minutes.
After the second fifteen, they asked if they could please order now and I about had a stroke with the bitch. Those two guys ended up picking up two females outta smoking and leaving with them, so they wound up happy, no thanks to her.
Hell, man, after she fucked up that table six ways from Sunday, the other chick (who didn't play that fuckin' song) picked them up outta pity for them and that's when RB decided to leave, Halle-fuckin'-luja.

So, she leaves and the older of the two who're still there says to me, "It's just me and her, now."
To which I replied, "Honey, it's BEEN only you two ALL NIGHT."

That made us both laugh, but it was TRUE.

Well, apparently, RB had to work yesterday during the day. Musta been early, too, considering what time she left her HUGE LIE on Lil Girl's voice mail....

From what Sweetie's sister said, RB had been there, bugging Sweetie all day about working last night. She kept asking him if he wanted her to call Lil Girl and make sure she was coming in.
He said no, because he already knew she'd be in.

Well.
She called her anyway.
Called her, lied and said that Sweetie had asked her to call and make sure and for Lil Girl to call "us" back and let "us" know.

BUST-TED!!!

When I found out that Sweetie had specifically told RB NOT to call LG, I let LG in on the info.
She actually, finally, got pissed, good for her. (This (finally), after RB fucked up what coulda been a sweet lil situation for LG with one of the young guys who waiters with LG and had asked for her number. RB finds out, adds her two cents worth of evil jealousy and surprise (not) LG hasn't yet heard from that guy... cunt.) (RB, not the guy...)

When she comes in Monday to get paid, LG's gonna have a lil talk with Sweetie about this shit, and let him hear the voice mail, too.

And, this finishes this cuntbag (RB) with me.
I don't suffer fools well to begin with.
I suffer liars not a whit.
Not.
One.
Whit.

She's fucked, she's dead, she may as well MOVE now.
She's on my very short list of those who must be dealt with NOW.
In other words... if she's not fired after lying to and about Sweetie, I will make it one of my many subversive plots to make her so fuckin' crazy, she quits.

I've never done this before, myself, but I've been victim to it a time or two.
*giggle*
Besides, I have not been working with, observing, and ultimately SURVIVING with TC for the last nine or so months for nuttin'.

I've learned.
I've learned plenty.

*weg*

Bring it on, Chick.
Hell, I've fought worse monsters than YOU before. Worse ones than you on here, even.
You'll notice that I'm not only still standing tall, I'm not even remotely impressed.
With them, or YOU, girly.

Then, apparently to cement her place on my "so fuckin' retarded they need to just DIE" list, she got an older lady waitress bitched out in between lying to LG, and bugging Sweetie about working the night shift, because one of her tables had the BALLS to ask RB for extra napkins or some such rot.

After letting her own tables rot in hell the night before, she goes to Sweetie and complains when ONE table that's not her's asks her for something.

Wow.

That was when the shit passed "hate" in me and went into the "dead zone".
As in, she may as well go on and be dead.
She no longer exists to me, except for what I may have to do in interacting with her on a purely professional level and, believe me, THAT'S gonna kept to a bare minimum, lest she make me go full out mental and literally hit her.

I've never done that before either, but... there IS a first time for damned near everything.
And, I can soooo see it, in this case.... *bites back teeth... HARD*

If you took every single personality disorder, idiosyncrasy, foible, mental problem and just general "brainless bitch" aspect of every woman I've ever learned to detest women from and lumped them all together, you'd have HALF of this psycho bitch, ya know?

On toppa which, she refuses to say her last name because she says it's "sexual". And, it begins with "T".
So does her real first name.
In fact, her real first name is the same name as the one in this movie. (I don't wanna say it myself here, because then I can't use alla this wonderful material AT WORK (evil giggles), lest someone get stoned or something and start googling the shit, ya know?)
Anyway, that first name and a sexual word that also begins with "T"....

Oh, the fun this has already been.
Oh, the fun and oh, the humanity, with my pissed off, already bent anyway, brain...
*gleeful (and utterly eeeevil) giggles*

She wants to play, fine.
Her game, my rules.

She will go down.
And... it's her own fault for starting with me.

Not only is that man the sexiest sumbitch alive, that look also says it all when it comes to how I feel about that bitch.

Posted by: Stevie at 04:02 PM

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