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Fucking Volcano Day
Sep. 2nd, 2009 12:33 amI hate my job.
I think this might be the job that I quit in a fit of rage. I've always fantasized about doing something like that. The time may be drawing near.
I have to swallow the stupidist shit from people, day in and day out, with no relief, and it's really getting to me. Kimmy, the one other host I could tolerate, has gone off to college - good for her! Fabulous for her! Get the fuck out of this town! But now I'm left with these irritating airheads - and Tara-the-Terrible, who is not an airhead, just an arrogant snot - and of course every single person who eats out.
Today I had a customer instruct me to sweep the floor. Now, wouldn't that be something for, I don't know, my manager, the person I work for to do? She was like, that floor over there is dirty, it doesn't look good. And I was like, yeah, that's the busser's job, he's pretty busy right now but he'll be by eventually. And she was like, it doesn't matter, you work here, and you're just standing here, that's something you should be doing.
( Yeah, whatthefuckever, )
And I swap with Jillian and tell her she can seat and I will greet again and she looks at me blankly and was like, "I thought you had to sweep?"
And yeah, I'm aware that I was being really obnoxious about sweeping the floor. Sometimes I just can't keep a lid on it.
I think this might be the job that I quit in a fit of rage. I've always fantasized about doing something like that. The time may be drawing near.
I have to swallow the stupidist shit from people, day in and day out, with no relief, and it's really getting to me. Kimmy, the one other host I could tolerate, has gone off to college - good for her! Fabulous for her! Get the fuck out of this town! But now I'm left with these irritating airheads - and Tara-the-Terrible, who is not an airhead, just an arrogant snot - and of course every single person who eats out.
Today I had a customer instruct me to sweep the floor. Now, wouldn't that be something for, I don't know, my manager, the person I work for to do? She was like, that floor over there is dirty, it doesn't look good. And I was like, yeah, that's the busser's job, he's pretty busy right now but he'll be by eventually. And she was like, it doesn't matter, you work here, and you're just standing here, that's something you should be doing.
( Yeah, whatthefuckever, )
And I swap with Jillian and tell her she can seat and I will greet again and she looks at me blankly and was like, "I thought you had to sweep?"
And yeah, I'm aware that I was being really obnoxious about sweeping the floor. Sometimes I just can't keep a lid on it.
