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Co-Workers [Nov. 30th, 2004|10:24 am]
waiting tables


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you know those crazy old women who work at those breakfast places. they're not what they used to be. they're always locking their keys in their cars, asking for rides, calling in sick, being late to work, having tables walk out on them, never running their food... and so on and so forth.

yeah they're funny. but when i'm picking up all your pissed off tables just to make two dollars off of them while listening to them bitch and moan about how long they sat there with no service- i want to take you to the back and use the can opener on your face. does it look like i need the extra old people attitude? i've got enough rude people, on my hands- let alone having to take your table's food back because they found a hair in it- while your outback smoking a cigarrette and bitching about how rude people are. get a fucking grip. get it the fuck together...

you may be the cliche of what a waffle house needs, but we work at IHOP, and you're getting way too old to be waiting tables. and you suck hardcore.