So I just started a new job as a “server’s assistant” (I’m a fucking bus boy, just call me that, OK?) at a local Big Boy restaurant. Hell, it’s a job and I need a paycheck.
But what pisses me off is, I’m just trying to do my job, and some old BITCH who doesn’t seem to be doing anything of any consequence, turned to ask me if I could put the dishes in my bus tub “a little more quietly, please.”
Now, I appreciate the fact that she asked, and I also appreciate that she said “please,” but listen…
I know you’re a paying customer and all, and therefore think that you run the place, but you don’t. My boss told me to get the tables cleared as soon as possible so that we could sit more paying customers who think they run the place. I’m doing the best I can. And if I put some forks in this bus tub and they knock into each other and make a CLANG sound that slightly irritates you, FUCKING DEAL WITH IT. It won’t take me more than a minute and a half - tops - to clear this table and be out of your hair.
When there is construction outside your house - a house that you paid much more for than your fucking breakfast - do you ask them if they can do their jobs “a little more quietly”?
Grrrrrrr…
I was being as quiet as possible. Things did not get thrown into my bus tub. There were plates in there. Plates are made of glass. Glass breaks, nimrod. I’m going to be careful with it. Like I said, if a fork hits another fork, or a coffee cup, or anything, it’s going to make a noise. If you don’t want noise, wear some goddamn ear plugs.
Yes, ear plugs. That would mean removing the one from your ass and inserting it (preferably after washing it) into your ear. Lather, rinse, repeat.
God, fucking customers. I guess that’s why I’m not a waiter, huh?
OK, I know I pissed someone off. Flame away…
-Syko
