Why the fuck would you think that random people coming up for a meal want to sit next to your baby shower?
Just because you have a goblin growing inside of you doesn’t mean that you have to spoil my meal with your loud shit.
I fucking hate people.
Just had a woman call and get an attitude with me because she wanted a “small, intimate baby shower” on our main dining floor.
For 15 people.
Forget that she needs to rent a private room, and let’s focus on the fact that FIFTEEN PEOPLE IS NOT A “SMALL, INTIMATE” dinner!
If you screw with my paycheck, and you do not answer me when I message you to get the information to fix it, you best believe I am going to report your ass.
This is the second time this manager has screwed up an employee‘s check. I’m through playing.
I deserve my commission.
Every time I get a “hi” dm from some rando, I’m going to start sending them a pay app request so they pay for my time.
Saw someone else do that, and I don’t know if she made any money, but I bet the messages stopped.
My favorite cook doesn’t even ask me what I want to eat. He just makes food and says, “Ami, baby, here’s your food.” And some how, it’s always exactly what I’m craving.
He’s an angel who speaks to my soul, and I would rush into battle for this man.
I’ve had it with work.
They still haven’t added my raise or my promotion to my paycheck. If it’s not there by the time payroll goes in on Thursday, they gonna have to cut me a check for back pay!
I look so white, my coworkers often forget I’m brown and grew up in the hood.
I asked to get some lotion cause I’m out and I’m wearing a skirt today. Why she gonna laugh when I said “Can I please get some lotion from you? I’m ashy.”