Monday, February 06, 2006

Football and Firings, not necessarily in that order...

Well, it's over...Christmas Morning Superbowl has come and gone, and I'm left with sadness, and hope for next season. I'm so proud of my Seahawks for making it to the Superbowl, though, and now I have a team to root against for next year, oh yes, the Squealers.

I would've posted last night, but I was completely shitfaced, weird, I know. Had to drink my disappointment in yesterday's game away.

QofWT has requested that I post about the finale to the SB saga, so here it is:

Got to work Saturday, SB was being the "Super Bitch" that she has become, as usual. We were completely slammed, there was a Texas Hold-em thing going on in the Banquet room, and there was a large table in the bar that was having a going away party for (small world) my brother's ex-wife, whom I haven't seen in about 8 years. Hi, awkward. My brother is a raging alcoholic, made worse by the heartbreak this woman caused him, and I had to be nice to her, but I digress...

So we're totally busy, and SB comes up to get her drinks, of which I'm in the process of constructing, and she practically screams:

"Mayor, I'm trying to talk to you!!!"

Um, okay? I'm standing a foot and a half away from you, and the first time you try to get my attention you have to scream? I think not.

My manager is sitting at the bar having an after-work drink, and she comes over and asks:

"Is there a problem here?"

Clearly, there is. I continue making drinks, and SB and my manager go off to chat. I'm sure she's bashing me, but not too worried because my manager doesn't really care for her at this point, after all the crap she's pulled recently.

As the night wears on, the tension in the room is getting thicker, and Foggy comes up and says that SB is leaving.

What?!? You have a room full of people, and a huge party out here, not to mention 5 or 6 tables, and you are leaving?!?!

She's standing at the back sink, so I confront her:

ME: are you leaving??

SB: What does it look like I'm doing?!! (all snotty bitch-like)

ME: A simple yes or no would suffice.

SB: Yes!!!!

ME: Way to burn bridges, SB...

SB: You're the one that burnt bridges!!!

ME: Oh god, I didn't even do anything to you! Let it go!

I retreat, because at this point I'm ready to knock her stupid teeth out, and kick her in the LAB-EEYA liaaaps for good measure.

So the restaurant waiter comes up to me and is all, "What the fuck is she doing? Dumping this shit on my lap, when I could be leaving right now?"

I tell him yeah, that's crap, but I can't force her to stay, and if I tell her to stay, it's only gonna make her want to leave more, so he should tell her what he just told me, so he does.

She comes back up for more drinks, and I lost it:

ME: You think you are fucking me over, but you are fucking everyone else here over, not me. I'm not the one who has to take all those tables!

SB: Oh, like Foggy can't handle it? They're easy!!!

ME: That's not the point, they're your tables!! I think you are trying to get fired!

SB: (snottiest tone, ever) I already quit!

ME: I know, I think you are trying to get out of finishing your two weeks, and can I just tell you? I'm glad you quit, I can't wait till you're gone, and I think you are a complete Cunt!

SB: (looks like she's either been slapped in the face or is gonna whip out an assault rifle and blow me to bits)

15 minutes or so goes by, and the cute little hostess that talks NON-STOP comes up and says I have a phone call. It's my manager. She's drunk.

Mgr: Why do you have to be soooo mean?!? (in a whiny voice)

ME: That bitch called you???

Mgr: *laughs* yeah, what happened?

So I tell her the whole story, even the part about me calling her a cunt, and she says:

Mgr: If you want, you can tell her she's done (as in fired) or let her finish her shift, it's her last.

ME: I don't want to antagonize her further, I'll just keep my mouth shut for now.

Mgr: Okay, whatever you want to do, but SHE IS DONE!

Me: Okay, cool.

Needless to say I walked around for the rest of the night with a big fat grin on my face, and the bitch left without doing any of her sidework, so I don't think she was planning on coming back anyway. My manager has her check all ready, though, just in case...

4 Comments:

Blogger Some Random Girl said...

Awesome. I can't believe you called her a cunt but wouldn't give that bitch bartender what for! What the hell? Must have been the disappointment of the game? LOL

Monday, February 06, 2006 8:50:00 PM  
Blogger frank said...

you should know "ugly" ben roethlisberger admitted he never got in on that play on letterman last night.

Tuesday, February 07, 2006 3:23:00 PM  
Blogger The Mayor said...

About time! Now that the hububb has died down a bit, all the bitching about the refs is getting started, so he has to try some damage control! Fucker. I used to like him, and granted, it's not his fault, but I can't root against refs in games, so I'll root against steelers come august.

Tuesday, February 07, 2006 3:37:00 PM  
Blogger Some Random Girl said...

come see my new look!

Wednesday, February 08, 2006 5:27:00 AM  

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