Wednesday, April 20, 2011

To the men who leave up the CO-ED Toilet seats

I hope no one ever dates you..  You- the men who leave up the co-ed toilet seats and especially you- the men who piss all over the seat and leave it... GROSSS! Do you realize that women have to use these facilities as well.  So rude. YOU ruin the co-ed idea for everybody.

Notes from a hard night.

4/19/11 Need you an example of the duche bags who dine at the establishment where I work?? They carry the Louis Vutton guide to NYC.

Date Undisclosed..  "Its hot, its loud, I'm sick of yelling at people,  and lip reading because I can't hear them.. Love the warm weather, hate working in it.


Saturday, April 9, 2011

"What do you do, when all you wanna do.. is say Fuck youuuuu to Everybody?!" (sing along now..)

Quite a sea of discontent and anger this week at work. We are understaffed and overextended, mercury is in retro-grade and customers are vulturous. I'm an avid practitioner of yoga and this all consuming darkness is rather disturbing. I've been fed up and overwhelmed with anger.  I recognize that part of this is due to the establishment I work for. They, and their customers, take advantage of their employees, and well I've had enough and last night, as much as I tried to use my yoga skills, softening my eyes, thinking of flowing with grace, I couldn't stuff the anger and disdain toward their behavior. If you were to tip me 10% last night, you couldn't get away with it without being held accountable. Hell no, its not ok to tip 10% because you thought the food was overpriced. You chose to eat here, and Fuck you. I make $5. an hr. and tips are my lively-hood, and I'm not going to let you get away with it without a fight. I, of course said none of the latter, but did hold customers accountable..

I try to think of people as being intrinsically good natured, myself included.. But whoa.. when you're working in a restaurant you see the animal that people are... A pack of dogs biting and tearing the energy the goodness from the good and well-meaning people who are just serving you a little food and drink... And you know, I'm sick of it. I will not be abused at work anymore.

To you disgusting drunk goombah's... I am not a sex object because I am serving you food. Don't tell me I make you salivate or that I am delicious, I'll give you rabies fucker. Just wait till I get a taser..

So what do you do? How do you dispell this darkness, this belly of anger?

Do you turn on the faucet and scream? Or write songs? Get a laser beam?

Perhaps I'll find the answers tonight. Off I go to hopefully a much better night.