Hi, I'm so pissed off I can't see straight. How're YOU?

Now, before I loose the demons in my brain, let me state now that any racist remarks are meant toward the cunt I'll be referring to specifically, not so much her nationality. Not my fault the whole fucking industry is fulla the bean-dip shitting, greedy wenches. AND, it's probably just a coincidence that none of them speak ENGLISH (except to be able to bitch) and they all have black hair and permanant tans.
I'm just saying....

(And, AGAIN... if I EVER find the stupid dick lickin' fuck nozzle who put that goddamn CAPS key where it is, I'll fuse his fuckin' SPINE!!!!!!!)

Now, on to the greedy wetback... oops, I mean CUNT I was yammerin' about.

We have these.... things in the biz that are called "bus-people". Their job includes clearing, re-setting tables and ALLEGEDLY bringing out clean dishes and some places even have them do beverages, meaning they get drinks when tables are sat.

Well, ours don't do all that. All the bitch does is clear and re-set tables IN HER OWN GOOD GODDAMNED TIME, mind you. For this, the cunt expects to be tipped 10% from each wait-person PLUS TWO BUCKS for being the only bus-cunt on the shift, which is the OPPOSITE of "worth it".

This is outrageous enough, considering the fact that I pre-bus my own fuckin' tables CONSTANTLY and all she ever carries away from my tables is MAYBE a coffee cup or two and a spoon.... when she gets the fuck around to it, of course.

Add to that the fact that this bitch WHINES about how much she's given and it gets pretty close to "justifiable ass beating". Have a night like tonight, where she pushes it back at ya in protest of how "not enough" it is and I'm ready to kill the cunt, now.

Then.... ooohhh, help me I is soooooo scared.... PFFT.. she ran to the bosses son about it.
Fuckin' putz.

I went to THE BOSS himself and when I told him what she did, he said fuck her. (No thanks, not even with yer dick, Dude....) But, still... okay. No problem, Boss-Man.
Well, actually what he said was to talk to the Boss Lady about it, which the LAST time I had this conversation with her about this, SHE said "fuck her", right straight out. So, he said it too, just indirectly.... heh.

Now, I have a few ideas of how to handle this, but no matter what, as of this instant, I will NEVER tip her out correctly. I am going to give her what she's worth, if I stretch it. She will NEVER get more than $7 from me a night, EVER. And, she's only getting that if I make OVER $70. Fuck that +$2 shit.
Oh, and fuck HER, too.

Now, what I'm planning to do is some phone work. I'm gonna call around to a few other restaurants and find out what these carny-freak cocksuckers make an hour and go from there, cause I KNOW they do NOT make $2.83 an hour, like we do.
I'm also gonna try to find out how they're "tipped out" in other places.
THEN, I'm gonna take this info with me when I go talk to the BL Thursday... or tomorrow, depending on how long I stay this pissed the hell off.

Fuckin' bitch is gonna rue the day she fucked with me AGAIN about this.

I'm also NEVER gonna hand her her money again, either. I'll leave it with someone to give to her. There are two or three people who'll do this, so that's what we're gonna do. I give it to her, it's gonna be wrapped around a brick and shoved right up her crusty ass.

What I'm really hoping is that they'll not LET her be the only one on days anymore. That'd fuck her where she'd feel it. Cunt wants to be the only one on days, because then she THINKS she's entitled to that extra $2, but... she ain't worth it. If she was, I'd never have to move a plate, except to deliver it to the table and I'd NEVER have to clear a table to have a place to seat someone, now would I?

I am NOT running my ass off all day long, then winding up too stiff to get outta the fuckin' car by the time I drive home, just to hand over that cash to some lazy, greedy, bobo-honking whoredog.

Would you?

Now... to the ever-lovin' "next to the last table from HELL" tonight.... fuck you, fuck your family, fuck your friends if you even have any, fuck your pets, fuck your kids, fuck your kids friends, and most of all, I repeat... FUCK YOU. How in thee hell do you know gravy is "lumpy" when ya ain't even touched the fuckin' mashed potatos yet? HUH, BITCH?!?
And, if YOU think this is such a good, legitimate gripe, then YOU take the fuckin' potatos back to the kitchen and YOU tell the three 500 pound, tired, grouchy guys back there how bad their gravy is, okay CUNT?
Lumpy fuckin' gravy.... Jesus Christ....
Excuse me, Betty-fuckin'-Crocker. Where the fuck do you think you are? This is a DINER restaurant, not a chandelier draped 5 star joint in the city, ya know? ASSHOLE?!?!!
I got yer lumpy fuckin' gravy, you white trash piece of shit.
Why don't you go fuck yerself, okay?
I mean, after all, you ARE the only motherfuckers I had to deal with, right? WRONG. I hadn't already been there all goddamned day, had I? Oh, I had been? Yeah, I was... damn. I didn't have other even more INSANE and PETTY shit to deal with, did I? Of course not. Cunt.
Fuck you and yer fuckin' gravy.
I hope ya choke to DEATH on it.
Ya fuck.

Now.... any questions?

Other than these two TINY matters, which both just HAD to occur in the last half hour I was there, today was fine. I got thru six and a half hours just fine. However, I am BEYOND certain I do not ever wanna work more than three days a week.... not without a script for LSD or something. Fuuuuuck that idea. I'd kill somebody, if not two or three somebodies....

And, ya know what else? These two things that have me mad enough to maim are kinda related....
As far as that bus-cunt... since when is being tipped a "demand" type of thing? And, if it is for her, then it oughta be for me, too, for when ASSHOLES with nothing better to do drive me up the fuckin' wall about mundane STUPID SHIT like muthafuckin' gravy, ya know?
If I can't set the amount of the tips I get from anal-retentive dickwads, and I can't, then neither should she be able to bitch about what she's GIVEN, right?

I do not and never will understand assholes who bitch about free money. And, believe it or not, this asshole isn't the first "person" (and I use that word veeeerrrry lightly) to do this.... Eric's BC used to get beyond pissed when the money orders for her "support" came from me, with my name on it, insteada his... Yes. She fuckin' went ballistic because my name was on the thing. Hell, even the judge said she was stupid to worry about that ridiculous shit and to shut up.

I dunno, man. Somebody gives me money for doing nothing more than waking up alive (like both of these cunt-bags), I wouldn't be bitching about how much or from who.
But, then... I am fucked up, ain't I?

Is it any wonder?

I'll be back when I can speak English again, instead of "fuck"-ese.

Y'all take it easy....
I'mina go throw back about 92 pounds of "Pirin" tablets now and toddle on down to South Beach and hang with Armand and Albert for a bit. (AKA: Watch "The Birdcage"...)

Peace

Posted by: Stevie at 06:46 PM

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