Saturday, March 5, 2011

Day 8: Dehydration, 21 dollars and some damn good Mochi.

Well I'm forcing myself to drink a bottle of water before I go to sleep because I'm dehydrated on a big scale. Tonight I worked in dining room and I made some pretty sweet tips. The night went by pretty fast too. It was a pretty good day at work. No one pissed me off but I do have some interesting stories to share.

I work at a pizza buffet so no, you don't have to leave me a tip because all I do is take your dirty plates. I don't fill your cup or anything, you do it yourself. Even so, a few people like to leave tips anyway which is pretty sweet. So I'm cleaning off a table where someone had left me a two dollar tip and this lady walks up to me and asks if she has to leave a tip. And I said in the nicest tone ever. "No, you don't have to. But it is appreciated." This lady then proceeds to give me a look of utter disgust, pulls out a dollar bill, slams it on the table and marches out of the restaurant as if I had just told her that I was going to kill her first born child if she didn't leave me a tip.

Another interesting/creepy as fuck story I can share with you: I was cleaning the bathrooms. Something we have to do every night. We found blood in the men's sink. At first we thought it was just the drop like somebody had a nose bleed but no. Blood was on the mirror, all around the sink, over the handles. I don't know what the fuck happened up in there. But it was not a fucking nosebleed I can tell you that.

Somebody took a shadoobie on the toilet seat too. I don't understand how it's possible to shadoobs on the toilet seat. Like they are made so that you'd basically have to have an asshole the size of a small child in order to shadoobs on the seat.

Some quotes from tonight:
Tasia: Yeah, I saw some sausage balls up there just chillin on the floor.

Angel: Shut up. And when you're done shutting up, shut up again.

Angel: What's your problem, Aaron?
Aaron: I don't know.
Angel: Have you ever done drugs?
Aaron: No, I have never touched any drugs in my life.
Angel: That's what your problem is.

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