Posted 03 April 2011 - 11:41 PM
So yesterday was pretty much a crap fest (Yesterday = Saturday).
Get to work at 7am (after getting a whole 3 hours of sleep). I put in the door code, and go to pull out the slip of paper with the alarm code on it... not there. I punch in what I thought the code was and get the 'Invalid Code' message. So 30 seconds later this awesome high, pitched beep starts going. I start turning all the ovens and stuff on when the phone rings. It's ADT calling. I explain I'm new (at least for opening), so after the lady decided I wasn't a thief, she called the General Manager. He called me and gave me the code, as well as a short 'talking to' that I should have called someone before going inside if I didn't know the code.
So, 7:30 rolls around and the other guy who's supposed to open is nowhere to be found. So I figure 'Well, the weather isn't that great, we should be slow so it's cool.' and keep prepping. 8am, when we open. The usual people come in between 8 and 9, everything is cool. Then a little after 9, all these people decide they want to come to the club to eat. About then, the guy who is supposed to be there calls me saying he doesn't feel good, blah blah blah (note: He's 20 and pretty much spends every night he can at a Frat or someone's apartment getting drunk. This was his first opening shift). I tell him to go FRAG himself, and I don't need to hear his excuses for being hungover.
So I'm busy churning out orders, when one of the new waitresses that was training that day comes back, just about crying. Being me, I stop working on the orders to check on her. Apparently she had forgotten to write on the ticket that one of the orders wasn't supposed to have Horseradish Sauce on the sandwich. I told her that it was no big deal, I'd just go make another one (and hoping she wasn't freaking out about forgetting to 86 something like that). Turns out, the guy actually flipped out on her, calling her a 'Stupid bitch' among other things. So I go out to apologize, saying that she had actually written it on the ticket, but I forgot to leave it off, and that I would happily go make him another one. You would think that would be cool, right? Nah, this guy decides he needs to flip out on me. He gets up in my face (well, my neck... he's short) and starts complaining. Then he says 'Don't bother making a new one, if you're too retarded to remember something like that the first time, you'll probably just FRAG it up again.' About the time he said that, I REALLY wanted to hit him. But I like my job (or at least having a job). So I just give him a nice death stare. He takes notice and says 'Oh, you want to hit me?'. Keeping in mind that this was in front of a couple dozen club members, I just say "No sir, I don't hit children" and walk back into the kitchen.
I end up working an hour passed what I was supposed to, so I was beat. I'll skip the part where I went and had dinner with a friend of mine from school who was visiting some of her friends in town, because that was actually really nice.
Fast forward to that night. Go to my friends house with the intention of not remembering what happened the next day, via bottle of Cabo Wabo tequila and Rokk vodka. So, I park on the street (which is on a hill). I get out of the car and leave the door open. One of my friends yells at me, so I turn to reply. Halfway though my sentence, I hear my door close. Locked, with the keys inside. Normally, not a problem. Just run home, have my parents give me the spare (yeah, I live in my parents basement. I got college loans to pay off!), and go unlock it. Only they are out of town, and the spare house key wasn't replaced the last time someone used it. So after an hour of checking all the windows I could get to, trying to pop the sliding glass door like I used to when I forgot my keys after school (only to find out my Dad had "fixed" the problem), I finally just smash out my bathroom window. So now I have to go fix that tomorrow.
Once I finally got to my friends house, I started playing flip cup with the Rokk Vodka (cause I'm awesome like that). So I get really drunk (happy drunk). Well, a bunch of stuff happened that I don't need to go in to, and totally killed my happy buzz (and also made me question why I'm friends with most of these people for the third time this week). So I sobered up and went home.
My job is to be an asshole. I excel at the position.
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