Nothing interesting enough to mention here is going on in my life right now, and maybe after I write about what I'm writing this enty on I'll mention a few more things that piss me off about people at work. (Can you tell, I just finished reading Al's work stories? lol)
First of all, I'm pretty happy and excited about going back to school. I finally got a room to live in, Hayden 225, with some chick named Linda Joisil. Anyone know who that is? I didn't want to live in Hayden at all, but oh well. Maybe I'll try to find another room when I get to school. Also, I called the NJClass Loan people, and my loan has been approved. *yay*. So now I'm all set for this new school year. I'm planning on making it my bitch. And since I've been working so damn much, I have a lot of money saved up for non-pierce food and concerts and movies.
Hey, the other day I bought an awesome Victoria's Secret Bra! I love it! I just thought I would mention it. It made my day.
Ok, some work rants...
1. I HATE when parents hit their kids in the restaurant because they aren't behaving, OR when the kids are doing something like running around the tables and the parents say, "Ok guys, sit down before the lady yells at you/gets mad!". They're making ME look like a bad guy.
2. I HATE when fat people come into the restaurant, order 2 of everything on the menu, and then get a large DIET coke. "Make sure it's diet, and don't forget my lemon!" Are you fucking kidding me? Does that make sense to anyone else? Am I missing something?
3. Okay, here's a scenario. A couple orders 2 Early Birds, and I bring out all their soup and salad and stuff, and their food is all ready to bring out. Let's also pretend the woman got a side of pasta with her Special. I go in the back to grab a dinner with each hand. When I get to the table and place the dinners down, before I even let go of the plate, the woman HAS to say, "Don't I get pasta with this?" Well, let me see lady, I guess I should have grown that third arm out of my ass to carry that pasta out with your goddamn dinner! My Bad!
4. I HATE when people ask for more bread, and I go in the back to ask the cooks for another loaf of bread for a table, then come back out to clean off a table or something that has to be done. The table that just asked for more bread (15 seconds earlier) asks, "Are we getting more bread?" WTF? Didn't I just say I'd go get it for your fat asses? Of course I have to reply, "Yes, I put the order in for an extra bread and now it's in the oven warming up. It will be out in just a minute." These are the same people that scream if they're bread isn't hot enough.
Ok, I just got home from work so I'm gonna go take a shower and go out for a bit. Sorry I haven't been writing! I can't wait to see everyone back at school, I miss you all! 'Specially my beta boys. :)
First of all, I'm pretty happy and excited about going back to school. I finally got a room to live in, Hayden 225, with some chick named Linda Joisil. Anyone know who that is? I didn't want to live in Hayden at all, but oh well. Maybe I'll try to find another room when I get to school. Also, I called the NJClass Loan people, and my loan has been approved. *yay*. So now I'm all set for this new school year. I'm planning on making it my bitch. And since I've been working so damn much, I have a lot of money saved up for non-pierce food and concerts and movies.
Hey, the other day I bought an awesome Victoria's Secret Bra! I love it! I just thought I would mention it. It made my day.
Ok, some work rants...
1. I HATE when parents hit their kids in the restaurant because they aren't behaving, OR when the kids are doing something like running around the tables and the parents say, "Ok guys, sit down before the lady yells at you/gets mad!". They're making ME look like a bad guy.
2. I HATE when fat people come into the restaurant, order 2 of everything on the menu, and then get a large DIET coke. "Make sure it's diet, and don't forget my lemon!" Are you fucking kidding me? Does that make sense to anyone else? Am I missing something?
3. Okay, here's a scenario. A couple orders 2 Early Birds, and I bring out all their soup and salad and stuff, and their food is all ready to bring out. Let's also pretend the woman got a side of pasta with her Special. I go in the back to grab a dinner with each hand. When I get to the table and place the dinners down, before I even let go of the plate, the woman HAS to say, "Don't I get pasta with this?" Well, let me see lady, I guess I should have grown that third arm out of my ass to carry that pasta out with your goddamn dinner! My Bad!
4. I HATE when people ask for more bread, and I go in the back to ask the cooks for another loaf of bread for a table, then come back out to clean off a table or something that has to be done. The table that just asked for more bread (15 seconds earlier) asks, "Are we getting more bread?" WTF? Didn't I just say I'd go get it for your fat asses? Of course I have to reply, "Yes, I put the order in for an extra bread and now it's in the oven warming up. It will be out in just a minute." These are the same people that scream if they're bread isn't hot enough.
Ok, I just got home from work so I'm gonna go take a shower and go out for a bit. Sorry I haven't been writing! I can't wait to see everyone back at school, I miss you all! 'Specially my beta boys. :)