SO, my lovely managers stuck me in a window section with 6! tables. (i am much to lazy for six fricken tables) and no busser for a fricken hour and a half where i was SAT at PRETTY MUCH every TABLE and i got tipped 2 dollars on a 78 dollar tab. cause i wasn't refilling waters as fast as i should of cause i HAD no GOSH DARN busser. and a family of 12 didn't get their cheeseburgers and for no reason i CRIED and eye liner ran down my face and for the rest of the night i looked all haggard. and then, i'm pretty convinced i waited on a pro footballer's family of 10 so that made up for the tips i lost with the shitty tables...
but i cried AGAIN when my manager made fun of me and then AGAIN when i realized that my keys for my house, bike, and locker were in fact, inside my locker... fml.
but tattoo...we may actually have the funds...we'll see
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