I worked another double shift today (Sunday 5/4).
I’ve been reading a lot of medical blogs lately, as always, and I’ve come to wonder something.
Yes, you saw it here first.
This is the tale of two men, a little girl, a manager, and a helpless server caught in the middle.
Your very own Ribeye was standing at the Micros, putting in an order when suddenly, this semi-tall weird looking man in his late 40’s comes running up to the bar, yelling at the top of his lungs, “HEY, HEY!
Powerful isn’t it!
You all know how close I am to being over it at my job, well tonight, I almost walked out the door.
First three tables of the night were nice people.
Some of the people who have found my site just since the new year started are just sick fuckers.
Over the years, working in various restaurants, and yes, even eating in various restaurants, I’ve seen some not so savory things.
There was fat everywhere.
I’m sick and tired of it!
This was the question from the beginning of the shift.