Happy Thanksgiving, Ya’ll

I know I said I wasn’t going to post, but I was a little break from doing productive shit.  Actually, the only productive thing I’ve done all day is make lunch.  I have yet to start on things that matter.  Like schoolwork.  But I need a break from the stress of worrying about school shit.  Yep.

I was involved in a small taste of drama at the BC last weekend.  It’s weird; Chili’s was full of it, but BC seemed nearly devoid of it.  I liked that.  But then June (you remember her?) decided to be a big fat hairy cunt.

I was working the bar area, which I never work because I cannot handle cigarette smoke.  It makes me sneeze and cough and then my allergies flare up for a few days.  Not worth it for that alone, even without factoring in secondhand smoke.  No thank you.

So anyway, on Sundays it’s no smoking until 3 p.m.  I have no idea who made up that dumb rule, but I hate them because seating people in the bar area on a Sunday morning normally results in a last-minute, “Uh, can we sit somewhere else?”  It was also slow as fuck, so I only had two tables in the first 2 hours I was there.

I got very busy with a large table across the restaurant that I picked up jointly with another server, and came back to my section to find a new table…that already had drinks!  I figured the manager saw I was busy across the restaurant and had gotten the drinks for the table.  I took their order and went to the back to get salads and bread out to the big table.

June storms up with a sassy ‘tude and is all, “Uh….hello?  Table SIX?”

“Oh, did you get their drinks?  I thought it was [manager].  Thanks!”

“No.  That is MY table.  My section??”

At first I reeled, thinking I had fucked up. “Oh, I am SO sorry.  I’ll have [manager] transfer it.  It’s really no big deal.  I’m sorry, I thought 4, 5, and 6 was my section.”

“No.  It’s fine.  You can have it.”  And with that, she stalked off.

Then I thought about it.  No, that WAS my section.  I remember being relieved that I didn’t have the section right next to the kitchen, and that I had taken a table at 4, which meant it HAD to be my section.  About 5 minutes later I had the time to check the host stand’s floor chart and I’ll be damned, it WAS my section!  So what the fuck?

I figured she’d also checked and seen her error, so next time I passed her I smiled in a friendly (not bitchy) fashion and said, “Man, I thought I was going crazy!  It was mine after all.  So, need any help?”

She sneered at me!  And continued to give me dirty looks for the next hour I was there!

What the fucking fuck?  She made a mistake, was a bitch about it, didn’t apologize when she found out she was wrong, and then continued to act like it was all my fault?  Fuck you, bitchface.  I’m lucky that she rarely works the same shifts I do, so I won’t have to continue to deal with this.  But I mean, come on.  Really?  That’s a pretty shitty thing to do to a coworker IMO.  I admit when I’m wrong or fucked up.  There’s no excuse for the shit she pulled.