She short poured my Jack and Cokes. Jack and Coke, simplest fucking drink ever. First time she put barely any ice in so it was pretty diluted already. Second one I asked for more ice so she puts it in a bigger fucking glass! Where is the common sense in that? So, then I ask for a shot so I can make it a double and the shot is short poured. For those of you that don’t know; normal shot glasses are wider at the top than at the bottom, meaning if you don’t fill it to the top you’re actually cutting out about a half ounce. Try filling a shot glass to what you think is half a shot then cover it with your hand and turn it upside down. So the fact that this woman didn’t know that and was short pouring that much is ridiculous. Not a single person in that restaurant probably had a one ounce drink. And then she had the audacity to be rude to me when I explained that there wasn’t an ounce of JD there. If I’m paying the 400% mark up, I want my whole fucking ounce.
Good night at the bar. I’m definitely sad I’ll no longer be working at Molly’s. What if the staff at my next job aren’t as cool? It’ll be a sad, sad day. Honestly, thoughts right now: I want to eat more (I just had cream cheese on toast [healthy, right?]), I want to smoke more, I want sleep, I want to sleep in. G’night tumblr. Drunk ramblings over. (It’s taking wayyyyyy too long to type this properly).
“If you love two people at the same time, choose the second one. Because if you really loved the first one, then you wouldn’t have fallen for the second.”
I was fine all day at work, but right now I hate everyone and everything. I have way too much stress related to work, moving, recruitment retreat, school, personal stuff, banking, landlords etc etc etc. It would be so much easier if recruitment retreat wasn’t in the middle of everything. It’s making my life way more complicated than it needs to be.
These are the types of questions I get asked at work. Seriously? How do you explain what Rootbeer tastes like? It’s sugary and delicious. End of story.
Best line I heard today was my boss, who owns the restaurant and waits tables: “I hate people”. Really D? You got into the wrong line of business. Granted, every server hates people at some point. Today, I decided I hate dirty hippies. Anyone past the age of 40 should not say, “awesomeness”.
- Jake: What is it about you southern girls? You can't make the right decision until you've tried all the wrong ones?
- Melanie: At least I fight for what I want!
Went out for a bonfire with some coworkers tonight; I was pleasantly surprised the boys managed to create a huge fire on the beach. We drank (I had a full mini bar with me in a cooler, including: flask of JD, coke, lime juice, ice cubes and a plastic cup), and had an all around good time. Now I’m home and hungry so I’m making devilled eggs instead of going straight to bed like I should because I work in a few hours.
New theme song. And yeah, I’m pretty easy to impress.