All right, let the bitching begin! Where the hell do I start? Aunt flo arrived just in time for me to walk out the door and go to work. So I'm trying to make the best of it. It's not too busy.........we run out of veal. Ok, no problem. Well it IS a fucking problem for one table. I'm able to get only 2 veal dishes, not 6 to the table. This woman is bitching so much about the fact we are out. Fuck, get over it lady! Well they order dessert and get the creme brule, it's topped with cherries tonight instead of the usual strawberries. This woman REALLY cops a 'tude now, her husband is telling her to "calm down, don't make a scene......blah blah blah". You know what lady.........it's not the end of the fucking world. Thousands of people have just lost EVERYTHING to devastating fires out here and you act like it's some fucking tradgity that we don't have everything on the menu. A cherry is a piece of fruit, just like the goddamned strawberry. And don't look down your nose at me you fucking cunt, YOU try being in my shoes and putting up with snot nosed shit don't stink bitches like you. I bet you would not last 10 minutes in my job on a slow fucking night.
Now I come home and the stupid people behind me left their fucking mutt out. He barks NON STOP. I've written them a letter, they've been good about keeping the dumb thing in at night when they are gone. But I'm having a real hard time not throwing Fido a poison laced hamburger right now. I HATE barking dogs, I can't stand it when my own don't shut the fuck up. I think I will go have a glass of wine now......