What A Joke

My job is a total joke.  I literally work with the skeeziest, most useless, most annoying, whiniest and most drug-addicted group of fucking idiots ever.  Last night, none of the servers could handle taking a single fucking table.  If you can't take 4 tables of 2-4 people each at one time, you are literally a waste of hot air.  Every single time I sat someone, they complained that I was "over-seating" and begged for help.  STFU...  >.>  It was Wednesday fucking night!  It should NEVER be that hard on a Wednesday!!  So after two hours of listening to nothing but whining and complaining, I told the other hostess I was working with that one of our servers was being a bitch and the other was being snarky whenever I sat her.  Snarky-Face overheard me and was all like, "Waaaah, I'm not snarky, blah blah blah."  =]  Later, she told the other hostess that I should "be careful who I mess with."  Bitch, I am not about to tangle with your stupid ass at work.  Go the fuck on, and while you're out there, learn how to do your menial ass job.

I am sick and tired of doing everything for that restaurant and getting nothing in return.  If they had bothered to give me a chance I could show them how a server should wait on tables.  Hell, I could do their retarded ass serve pro job and sprinkle minced parsley on all the food, too, but instead of letting me do it when they were looking for someone to take that on full-time, they are letting some scruffy ass cook do the job.  You know, another thing is, if they could hire some cooks who could actually cook a steak properly, they wouldn't have to have everyone leaving the kitchen for serve pro and dish shifts.  How hard is it to cook a steak to the appropriate temperature?  I haven't eaten a steak in nearly 15 years and I bet I could cook more steaks correctly than anyone working in that kitchen.

But all that's okay.  I've been looking for a new job and as soon as I get hired I'm leaving that stupid fucking restaurant for good.  And you know what?  When I leave, that place will literally crumble.  They will fall to pieces without me, and no, I am not being full of it.  I do just about everything for that restaurant.  The place has been open for less than 4 years, and after a year with 30+% growth, along with piss-poor management and a complete joke for staff, it is sinking fast.  No joke.  The GM is in the restaurant like twice a week, and they have been sending in rescue managers left and right.  But nobody can get to the simple and obvious bottom of the issue.  One, the managing partner is a total failure at managing anything.  He doesn't know when to fire people, and he literally has no clue how to manage a restaurant.  Two, the restaurant constantly hires drug addicts, never fires ANYONE, and fails to discipline tardiness or bad behavior.  I'm sorry, but if you're late to every shift, you get fired, and if you dick around in the kitchen dumping water on or spraying whipped cream at each other, you get fired.

And three, Why The Fuck Are People Getting Away With Luring People In To Fight AT THE RESTAURANT That THEY Instigate??!!??  One of the girls I work with literally scraps with someone on the premises every other week.  Just the other night, I watched her thumbs fly across her iPhone all night long until she was cut.  Not five minutes after she clocked out, she comes running into the kitchen hyperventilating, tears streaming down her face, and blood and bruises all over her throat and hands, shoes destroyed and pants filthy.  When I first saw her [I was the first to find her like that], I didn't know whether to laugh or ask her what had happened.  It looked like she had been mugged.  >.>  I should have started off with a good laugh because the dumb bitch brought all of that on herself.  What the fuck...

I was literally ->this<- close to quitting LAST NIGHT.  I wanted to just say, You know what, I am sick of doing everything and then some for next to no pay.  I am sick of you hiring new waitresses left and right when I am already here asking to do the job.  I am sick of every server constantly complaining to me that they can't handle their own tables.  I am sick of watching everyone get away with tardiness and deviant behavior.  [People literally have SEX in the parking lot.]  I am sick of every time I walk into dish, things are piled to the ceiling and the dish-bitch is whining and complaining to the manager instead of doing his damned job.  I am sick of every customer complaining about how much their food and service sucks.  It is embarrassing to work there!!

And today is my day off.  Should be a good thing, but instead, I just have to spend all morning working on bullshit paperwork for court.  The group who originally secured my temporary protective order wants to go for a permanent order.  That would be all fine and good, but I just KNOW it is a complete waste of time.  All it is going to be is a waste of $200 in gas, 20 hours in a car, and a complete embarrassment in the courtroom.  I just want to give up, but nobody will let me.  Nobody will leave me the fuck alone!  And securing a lawyer for my court date up here is a complete fucking nightmare.  I want to blow up the establishment that supposedly offers free legal services to impoverished families.  I am so fed up with the program that I can't even summon the words to write about it right now.  I am so fed up with the legal system in general.  Probably another blog for another day, but seriously...  It is so FRUSTRATING that the victims in this system are the ones put on trial, called liars and whores, and left to fend for themselves and fight for what little help may be out there for them.  There is, no bullshit, a fire smoldering in my chest.  My blood is boiling on a regular basis.  If I don't kirk the fuck out on someone soon and start a motherfucking riot, I'll honestly be amazed at my self-control.