Some weeks like this

Dear Bitches,

hi. i have been working non-stop for the past week. even what’s meant to be my off days/periods, i ended up thinking of work because of nightmares like you. most importantly, if you think you’re so great, might i just remind you, you’re just a waitress.

To Vye:

sup? we did 231 people tonight, according to the computer. of which 151 were already pre-booked. which means the rest are walk-ins, and they pretty much come in about the same time as each other. i know you 2 morons have the big (and pre-booked) sections, and they both come in pretty late, so the night is “quiet” for you.

might i just remind you though, that your duties are also to work as a fucking team member? if someone ask you nicely for help, don’t say ok, and fucking walk back to the till and look around like you’re bored. and then 10 minutes later, holler at the new girl to do her work. you aren’t doing yours, so don’t give me that shit.

and when Jen asked you why didn’t you at least tell her you’re not interested in helping her, don’t tell her, “Jen, it’s a quiet night, you should be able to handle your section.” well then, bitch, you can go handle your own section.

it’s a quiet night, isn’t it? go carry the plates to your section. That’s right, all 40 of them up on section 4, and all 25 of them in the room. don’t throw plates at the pass, you won’t get me to help you at all. don’t even try staring either, IT’S A QUIET NIGHT, YOU CAN HANDLE IT, CAN’T YA?

Dear Ching:

hey. you know, when i first took it out on Vye for being an anal stupid bitch, i wasn’t intending to involve you. but, constantly staring me down didn’t help my already foul mood. you think i am scared of you girls? i have seen worse. i have been threatened by real gangs before, so you’re nothing but a wannabe in my eyes.

but what made it worse for you, was you did exactly something i despise in F & B industry:

Carrying out the mud cake tonight, you tried to actually do your work, but failed again, in carrying 3 plates. not only that, u had the chocolate sauce and ice cream drip all over you. cleaning it up with a serviette from your legs is ok.

cleaning up the plate with that same serviette is not.

you may think your leg is clean. to me, i have not known where those 2 stubs have been to. so please, fuck off and stop attempting to clean the plates with serviettes that touched your leg.

ignoring me thereafter, and dumping both mudcakes with me when i only have one problem to solve, is unprofessional. you made me bellow at you from that distance, so don’t whine to Vye that i yelled at you, because you fucking deserved it. Don’t just walk away when you’re done. Don’t ignore me when i call you. Don’t look like i killed your mum when i bellowed at you.

infact, just, COOPERATE WITH EVERYONE!??!

and Cookie…?

stop harassing the waitresses. Really. if we lose one more waitress because of your fucked up attitude, i WILL suggest to new boss that perhaps you should waiter every time someone quits because of you. and, i will make sure, YOU TRAIN UNDER ME, SO YOU CAN FEEL HOW STRESSED OUT WE ALL ARE, WITH AND WITHOUT YOUR STUPIDITY!

thank you.

no love,

Panda.