Dreading Tonight

Ugh, I dread going into work tonight. New Year's fucking Eve. Fantastic. Our front of the house person, whom I will refer to as DragonBreath, better not turn people away like he did on saturday night. He has this nasty habit of telling people who come in without a reservation that we are "booked solid". What a total piece of shit this guy is. So on top of the shitty tips we get we have to work twice as hard to try and turn our tables so that we can get more people AND avoid a conversation with him for fear of passing out from his assbreath. Only that doesn't work if the motherfucker keeps turning people away. No one can say anything to this bastard or he'll turn on us by not seating us altogether. I hate tiptoeing around bastards like him. Maybe he'll get fired when the new owners who bought the joint see what he's all about.

If I haven't mentioned it, yes, we have new owners. The old owner, Mr. I-care-only-about-money, has sold the joint to a couple of nice people...so far that is. I've heard some mixed messages about them but I think with the newness of changing the menu and having new owners will bring in some much needed business our way just in time for the busy season.

Oh I neglected to mention Miss-Bitch-of-the-Year, our manager Robin. This fat fuck is even more miserable than myself! (I'm only miserable at work by the way, I'm actually a joy otherwise!!!!) I guess I'd be pretty damn pissed if I were her too. She's not exactly svelte and even if she did lose weight she's not much to look at face-wise and her personality is in the toilet. I'm surprised someone's actually asked her hand in marriage. I doubt she's shown her true colors to this poor sap. Unless, he's using her to get his green card. He's from Brazil, so chances are he might be. Unless of course he likes rolling her in flour all the time.

So you see, I have so much to look forward to for this evening and the coming new year. I hope I make lots of money despite my reluctance to wait on fuckers tonight and work with stupid assholes who think they are above the servers. Happy fucking New Year!
BitchyWaitress

Worst Night Ever

I apologize for being away for so long. I've been busy trying to supplement my income with work outside of waiting tables. It's been tough. I've been doing some freelance graphic design work but it still isn't enough. So unfortunately for me this means I have to play serf for the rich bastards in Vero Beach who haven't got a clue.

Anywho, this evening turned out to be one for the bullshit books. Let me get started...I absolutely HATE working in a fucking restaurant. It doesn't matter which restaurant you work in, the bullshit is always the same. The number of people each server gets is seldom fair. Usually, some establishments try to keep the number of covers each server gets in the same ballpark. However, in my stupid little bistro we happen to have a shit-for-brains-hostess with boloney tits that seems to be mathematically-fucking-challenged. Who has the nerve to say to me "I love you", because she knew I was bullshit about being treated like a fricken mirage. As if "I love you" is gonna pay my bills! What an asshole.

In addition to dealing with a moronic hostess, we have to contend with the servers who are favored. We have one in particular that just makes my blood boil. This guy gets all the tables and makes the most tips from getting the most covers, period. And what kills me is he sports a MULLET. Yes, a salt and pepper mullet to boot! Which means that the mullet is ALIVE and WELL in Vero Beach my friends. I saw a dude in Walmart with one the other day. Then again, I am in florida, land of the rednecks.

So there you have it, my bitch for the night. I sure hope the new year brings in some better times at my shitty little bistro.
Happy New Year!