Posted by Gracie on 8/10/2002, 3:31 am So thanks for listening, you guys are all great and I am glad you are here.......and to all you SOB's who made my life hell tonight.......Screw you! I was faking it! The laughs, the smiles, the kissing your asses, all lies! Im just a good actor...I hate all of you! Ha Ha Ha HA
What a bad night! Evil Gracie is going to emerge now, so boys and girls cover your ears. First of all a little backround. I have a muscle disorder called Fibromyalgia. I live in constant pain for the past oh...4 years or so. I am not a whiner, in fact most people I know dont even know I have it. Well anyway one of the many annoying side effects is irritable bowel. I have been feeling like shit for the past 4 days, 3 of them I worked double shifts. Toight I was supposed to close the bar, and I didnt mind doing so though it is getting annoying to have to visit the bathroom that often and chug water all damn day. So anyway I go to work my normal cheery self, and within an hour I knew I should have stayed home in bed. Example 1. A 3 top who are regulars, though I have never served them are one of my first (of very few) tables. I was told to treat them nice , and they were real nice guys. Southern like myself so we hit it off well. I even told them where to go here to get real "suthern cookin" here so far from home. When it came time to pay they wanted one check. 88 dollars. The guy gave me cash with a 21 dollar tip. Im thinking "GREAT". But then another guy says "No, I want to get the tip" So I give the guy his 21 back and his asshole friend gives me 10. What a dickweed! (sorry...evil gracie, you WERE warned) so on and on it went, grumpy bastards everywhere with thier little 10 percent tips (SCREW YOU!) one table that wasnt even mine called me over and asked to cash out. I was like "sure, do you need change?" The guy says "Um..YES!" So I say "Ok I will go get your server as I cant make change from my bank for you" and he replies " TELL LUKE TO GET HIS ####ING ASS OVER HERE IF HE WANTS TO GET PAYED". The man almost got my size 10 shoe right up his backside. My last (thank you God) table of the night was these three barely old enough to drink b###hes, who needed to know the exact price of every drink, I swear , then left me 41 cents, on a 28 dollar tab. (I did see that one comming) Then to top off the night I found out my bar manager (who is my friend for 2 years now, and got me this gig) is at the hospital with his wife who apparently had a stroke? Im like okay, Im gonna go home, take a sleep aid, write this, and go to sleep for hopefully about 12 hours cause tomorrow night I have to go and close the bar. Im sorry to vent like this but it had to be done....oh and a couple of my co-workers suck too!
Gracie...feeling a little less evil now....I think this pill is kicking in. Dang this venting stuff is good therapy! Tomorrow will be a better day!
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