Hungover.
I had my Xmas in January party at work last night, and I was totally tired and not in the mood, so I switched from wine to vodka, and I'm seriously paying for it today!
I totally forgot (yesterday, lack of sleep probably) that I have work drama, again!
This girl at work, she's a waitress, we'll call her...SB, for "Selfish Bitch".
Anyway, SB always tries to leave early, and when MM was working there, she shut that down, but now that MM is gone, SB is all about doing whatever the fuck she feels like, apparently!
So Saturday night, SB was first on, which makes her first off. Usually first off doesn't get to leave until at least 8 or 8:30, just in case we get a later dinner rush. My other waitress was "Foggy" that's what we'll call her, cause she's always in a fog.
So at 6:30, SB comes up and says-
SB: I have zero tables!! (all excited, cause apparently she thinks she's leaving)
ME: Okaaay, well you have to stick around for at least another hour, just in case, so why don't you start your sidework?
SB: Oh yeah, totally! (valley girlish)
So around 6:45, QofWT is leaving, so I ask SB to cover the bar for me so I can go have a smoke with QofWT...
I come back in, and a few minutes later, SB is sitting at the bar counting her money!
I check the time- 7:06
Um, what the fuck, bitch?!? Didn't I say at least another hour?? And by that I meant come talk to me in a hour, not just cut yourself from the floor??
Did I mention we also had a huge banquet? There is no reason she should've left, there was work o'plenty to go around.
So around 7:30, SB is stuffing her stupid face at the bar, and we are sorta slammed by this time, and she's says, "What's Foggy doing?" As if to imply that Foggy isn't doing her job and that's why we are busy. No, Bitch, we are busy because you are sitting there stuffing your maw!
Long story short(er), she leaves, without saying goodbye because I'm pretty sure she's figured out I'm completely pissed. I leave a note for the manager (yes, I tattled, fuck it!) and the next day, the manager asks SB about leaving early, and the twat totally fucking lied and said I told her to go!!!!
So she was at the party last night, avoiding me like the plague, for good reason, because I'm fairly certain she knows better than to cross me, and she knows she's a fucking liar!
I'm pissed about it. I don't have to work with her till Saturday, and guess what? There is a new note posted that waitresses don't leave the floor without approval from...Yes, you guessed it...THE BARTENDER! Take that!
I totally forgot (yesterday, lack of sleep probably) that I have work drama, again!
This girl at work, she's a waitress, we'll call her...SB, for "Selfish Bitch".
Anyway, SB always tries to leave early, and when MM was working there, she shut that down, but now that MM is gone, SB is all about doing whatever the fuck she feels like, apparently!
So Saturday night, SB was first on, which makes her first off. Usually first off doesn't get to leave until at least 8 or 8:30, just in case we get a later dinner rush. My other waitress was "Foggy" that's what we'll call her, cause she's always in a fog.
So at 6:30, SB comes up and says-
SB: I have zero tables!! (all excited, cause apparently she thinks she's leaving)
ME: Okaaay, well you have to stick around for at least another hour, just in case, so why don't you start your sidework?
SB: Oh yeah, totally! (valley girlish)
So around 6:45, QofWT is leaving, so I ask SB to cover the bar for me so I can go have a smoke with QofWT...
I come back in, and a few minutes later, SB is sitting at the bar counting her money!
I check the time- 7:06
Um, what the fuck, bitch?!? Didn't I say at least another hour?? And by that I meant come talk to me in a hour, not just cut yourself from the floor??
Did I mention we also had a huge banquet? There is no reason she should've left, there was work o'plenty to go around.
So around 7:30, SB is stuffing her stupid face at the bar, and we are sorta slammed by this time, and she's says, "What's Foggy doing?" As if to imply that Foggy isn't doing her job and that's why we are busy. No, Bitch, we are busy because you are sitting there stuffing your maw!
Long story short(er), she leaves, without saying goodbye because I'm pretty sure she's figured out I'm completely pissed. I leave a note for the manager (yes, I tattled, fuck it!) and the next day, the manager asks SB about leaving early, and the twat totally fucking lied and said I told her to go!!!!
So she was at the party last night, avoiding me like the plague, for good reason, because I'm fairly certain she knows better than to cross me, and she knows she's a fucking liar!
I'm pissed about it. I don't have to work with her till Saturday, and guess what? There is a new note posted that waitresses don't leave the floor without approval from...Yes, you guessed it...THE BARTENDER! Take that!
posted by The Mayor @1/30/2006 10:39:00 AM
4 Comments:
What is power for if you don't abuse it?? Heh hehe hehe
My Pea brain is having a hard time keeping up with the "short speak"
I'm gonna have to go back and read all the posts to get the cast down but I'm loving the "short speak".
And don't think for a moment that her ass wouldn't be wiping glass spots behind the bar the next time I saw her loafing.
Lungfung: She's lied about other shit at work too, hello, are you 5? Nut up and be an adult and admit your mistakes, geez! I think it's "keggirl"...your sis went to high school with her.
John: Love to abuse power! Don't want to be a manager though, I like being liked too!
betchacantguesswho: Welcome! I'm already thinking up ways to fuck up her life come Saturday, when I work with her again!
Stacy: I'll try to write stuff out a little bit better for ya!
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