Its hard work feeding all you hungry hungry customers every day, and profit margins in the restaurant business are slim. We run with a shoestring labor budget and everyone is stressed out, and the people never stop coming. Never. Breakfast, Lunch, Dinner, then we all go home, get drunk, pass out, and then its breakfast again, then lunch again, then dinner AGAIN, then the same thing the next day, and the next day, and we never get a fucking break because you all want to eat every fucking day.
And by “YOU” I don’t mean you, I mean all of you. You all go out to eat, on average, X times a week, and there are X times Y of you. So, yea, somedays some of you stay home and cook your own meal, but you never all do it on the same day. And FUCK FRIDAYS because every last fucking one of you go out to eat on Fridays. I HATE fridays.
And so you come in, and order your food, and you want it now, and you want it perfect, and you want it without tomatoes, and maybe you want the sauce on the side, and, oh, where is your drink that you ordered 30 seconds ago, because you want it NOW too. And when you finally get your food, it took too long, and its cold, and whats this, you said no tomatoes? well, We are very sorry, we will fix that for you, and by fix it we mean go around the corner, pick the tomatoes off then come back out and give it back to you. Then you eat it, but you’re not happy because the service was slow, and the tomatoes! and look at that bill, you could make it at home for a quarter of that price! and then you go home and we go get drunk and pass out and wake up early the next day for when you show up for breakfast.
Every damn day, we happily put up with this, and we work ourselves to death to feed you, and even though you complain about the price, we can barely afford to pay the staff and keep the lights on. So we make do with less… less staff, less pay, less benefits, less sanity, just so we can keep the prices low so you keep coming back to eat, so we can work harder to feed you. Today, and tomorrow and the next day, and the day after that, and then its Friday and you all show up at once, then its saturday, and most of you come out again, then its SUNDAY BRUNCH and we have to cook breakfast for you too? and you want that even cheaper? OK, we will cut more staff and hold off on raises this year, just to keep you happy and feed you every damn day.
But, today? FUCK! Someone called in sick!
You never call in sick. You never call and say, “we won’t be having breakfast today, or lunch or dinner either, so take a day off for yourselves”, do you? No, but today, one of our staff called in sick and now we have to feed just as many of you with one less person to help. so its harder then normal, and normal is fucking hard! Normal is driving us to drink ourselves stupid every night just to forget about how fucking hard NORMAL is! And today is going to be HARDER than normal? I just don’t know how many more normal days I can take before I shoot myself, and today is going to be HARDER then that? Fuck me! Give me a fucking break you guys?
Can some of you, at least stay home today? No? OK, can some of you knock it off with the no tomatoes and sauce on the side bull shit? just pick the tomatoes off your self? No? OK, well can you please be patient with us because we are short-staffed and your order is going to take a minute or two longer then usual? No? well, OK, but could you maybe not give us such a hard time about the high prices? No? Just one god damn day? because someone called in sick? and we are short-staffed? and its stressful enough when we aren’t?
Please?
No?
OK, well fuck it, enjoy your fucking dinner. I’m gonna go get drunk, pass out and wake up early to cook you breakfast, no fucking tomatoes, sauce on the goddamned side, as fast as I possibly can.