Le sigh

Damn. People need to eat something other than pizza. Usually Mondays are dead. Jeezus, tonight would not end. Usually we're done by 11:15, we didn't leave until 11:51 tonight. nargh nargh nargh.

Stupid Prize for the evening goes to Fritz:

"You still got that five dollar large special."

"Yes, sir."

"The large with one topping for five dollars?"

"Yes, sir."

"Lemme get two of those. With....umm....hmm.....sausage."

"So two large with sausage?"

"Yeah."

"Anything else?"

"Are those medium or larges?"

*headdesk headdesk headdesk*

Asshole Award goes to Savage, for using a cell phone and then getting pissy when Becca hung up because he was out of range and she couldn't understand him. Then whe he called back I answered the phone and after placing his order he demanded to know "who hung up on him" and when I explained he tried to tell me that one of the best workers in the store just hung up on him - I told him "Sir, I know the worker and I'm more inclined to believe that your cellphone was out of range than I am to believe you." He started shouting at that point and you could hear his wife shouting "thank you" to me before she hung the phone up. Man did we get the cold shoulder when he came to pick his food up. I was surprised he didn't pick a fight.

Death to all cell phones. skylark97 I think shares this sentiment just a little bit.

I'm so close to quitting

Seriously. There's just nothing anymore that makes me want to stay. And the latest indignity just annoys me more - I've worked too long and too hard to be ordered to wave a sign at the dipshit motorists. I'm sorry, I've earned the right to not be made to do it. Maybe that sounds childish, but reallys it's just one more thing that makes me sick of the place.

I want a job I can enjoy. I'm sick sick sick of feeling fucking defeated everytime I finish up. Not to mention it affects every other aspect of my life. Even money isn't enough anymore, I think I'd rather be abjectly poor that put up with this place much longer. Becca is the only reason I haven't killed them all yet. I think the feeling is mutual; when one of us goes, we both go (and they'll all go tumbling after, just wait and see).

Now I want a shower, tea, and maybe then I'll feel like eating.