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Okay, tonight was hell. There's no way around that. It was me and Judy, stuck in a store that was busy as hell for a Sunday, and too much work to do. Plain and simple. I think I get a few minutes to clean something, another order comes up. We didn't stop until 2:30 when she had to do system shut down. So, we didn't take anyone's orders because like hell I was going to write them down, figure out the price, take the money, and then make the food. So, I was telling people that our systems were shut down (which wasn't a lie, they were) and we couldn't take any orders(again, we really couldn't do it realistically). Most of the people are understanding, it was this guy that came through and practically do all the steps above just for him (because he's special don't ya know.) and leave the rest I was turning away well, gone. Needless to day, I didn't do it. I told him, nicely since at work I gotta pretend to be nice, that I couldn't do that. He got pissed and started rambling about how I couldn't spell. Well, he's got me pinned, I'm not too great at spelling but I'm not the worst either. But this is what got me. Apparently, I'm an 'ignorant bitch who can't spell!' Okay, it's one thing to insult my skill of the pen and English language, it's another to make an assumption about me because I'm trying to do my job. I never replied back to him, on the headset anyway. In the grill, there were cuss words abound, and they were loudly said. I had Judy cracking up in the office.

I should have let him know what I thought of him.

So, the morning people come in and there's next to nothing done. So, my back's tingling by now, Advil wearing off slowly, but I'm thinking I can make it. Take a quick little break to put on some Icy-Hot, and away to dishes I go. If only I had known I'd be there for an hour and forty more minutes than I expected, I'd taken more Advil too. Because damn, I'm paying for it now. And Mel's list never ended! Never! I did a half assed job on the crew room, towel buckets, and fry hopper. At least I got all the dishes done. And half the morning people were glaring at me like I was diseased. Okay, the reason I got off mornings was because I was only doing it one day a week and it was screwing up my sleeping schedule. Don't get all pissy at me because I'm a midnight person and I'm working my ass off for you people, let alone running myself into the ground! I no longer deny that I am...

*sighs* Okay, my back feels a little better. I love this heating pad. I think I'd die without it. XD Props to Sara!

Peace,

tired, pissy, and can't wait for this year to be over with psycho

PS-happy new year bitches