no one owes you anything.

Ok. so, after a week or so of stress, i have decided to write this blog. Why today? because something happened last night that was the final straw...which sparked the question: Why do old people think the world owes them something? This is a serious question. Is it because they have reached a certain age and think that since they have put in their time in the world, they can just expect people to kiss their ass? Seriously, what is it? is there a magical age that makes you allowed to just be a pretentious whiny bitch? Please, someone answer me.

how do i come to this question? One day last week, i served a table. this table consisted of 2 people in their 60s or so and an older woman who looked to be in her 80s. When i got to the table, the 2 people were too busy on their cell phones to give a coherent or even respectful order. When the man was on the phone, he asked for "2 orders of the vegetable spring rolls". He then contined with his phone conversation and his wife ordered the rest of the meal. She asked for her food, and when it came to his food, she ordered for him, since he was still too busy being a disrespectful asshole to even order his own food. She ordered a filet mignon for him, well done, and "no juice". Punched the orders in, and ready to go. Upon bringing their spring rolls, they took one look and said "umm, these are not vegetarian"...they asked what the ingredients were, and when i told them there was shrimp in one of the rolls, they lost their shit and said "we specifically ordered VEGETARIAN spring rolls". now, being their server, i had to do what i needed to do in order to stay calm and professional...but in my head i was thinking the following:

"No, you self centered arrogant disrespectful fuck, you did NOT specify vegitarian, you just asked for 2 orders of spring rolls. The menu CLEARLY FUCKING STATES there is shrimp in one of them, so how the FUCK was i supposed to read your mind? Maybe if you could have stopped yapping into your fucking cell phone for 10 fucking seconds, you could have clarified. But no. now i look like a fucking idiot. "

ok. breathe. Order is fixed, getting ready for the main course. now at this point, everyone in the place had ordered the filet mignon, so it's taking forever for their meal to come up. Finally, after several check ins with them, their food comes up, and  is brought to their table. I wait a few minutes and then go and check on them. Well needless to say they are not pleased. Apparently now i am the chef as well as a server, and they needed to blame me for his well done filet not being well done enough. And then his wife decides to make me feel like an idiot and say "I asked specifically for no sauce, but there is sauce here. it's fine, we'll eat it, but we asked for none. "

again, i had to stay calm, but my teeth were clenched and i wanted to scream "NO, you did NOT ask for no sauce, you said no JUICE. Sauce and juice are different. If you tell someone you want a filet made well done with no juice, it tells someone that you want it burnt to shit, with no drippings. How the FUCK am i supposed to know you mean sauce if you say juice? Am i a fucking mind reader? How about you fucking TELL me what you mean instead of just expecting me to wipe your ass?"

it's at this point that it finally clicks to me that after the whole ordeal with the spring rolls, these people aren't even vegetarians! So what the FUCK was with the issue? What, you can't eat non veggie friendly spring rolls, but you can choke down a whole giant slab of cow? How the fuck does that make sense? These people were pretentious, arrogant, disrespectful and downright rude, and after they paid, i was thankful they were gone, and i could start fresh. but no. that wasn't the case.

my next shift, i get pulled aside and talked to. Apparently these people decided to write a letter to the restaurant, making a formal complaint about the service, and about me. I was talked to by my manager, and the owner, and told i need to study my menu, and if i can't learn it, i will be taken off shifts until i know it....now wait a second, how did these people not being specific manage to translate into me not knowing the menu? What the fuck?

and then i realize that these people need to fucking die. and to be honest, i hope they do. I hope they die soon. Why? because i am beyond pissed. i NEED this job. i NEED the money. I NEED to do well. was your meal THAT bad that you HAD to write a letter? Did the food hurt you? are you not going to be able to pay your bills because you got sauce under your filet? Are credit companies going to bust down your door because there was shrimp in your spring roll? No. Was the service shit? sure. I will take the blame. I will let you walk all over me. I will have the owners thinking i am useless. But you write that letter and effect MY life much more than that meal affected yours. you had ONE bad meal. I now have to walk into wok every day and feel like there is a target on my back. Because of YOUR letter. Because YOU needed to feel superior, and because YOU felt the world owed you something.

guess what you fucking insignificant cunts? the world doesn't owe you something, and I most certainly don't owe you SHIT. Maybe if you treated the people around you with some fucking respect, things would change for you. You are nobodies, and deserve to be shit on. I hope you are happy you pieces of fucking shit.

on a note about last night's event: Mick. Yes. you are a regular. Yes you come in and have 2 beers and MAYBE some food. Your beers are discounted, and you always keep your beer in a fucking stupid asshole beer cozy, you bring from home. You sit there and expect me to fucking kiss your ass while you leave me no more than a $1.25 tip every single time. I cater to you every time, and last night while you were sitting there nursing your beer as usual, i was talking to 2 other customers who were, imagine this, SPENDING MONEY. You asked for a menu, and as you do every single day, you stared at it. Every single time, you hold on to it for 25 minutes and keep saying you don't want food yet. So i figured this time was no different. Your beer cozy hides the bottom half of your beer so i can't see when you want another one. So fucking EXCUSE ME if i was too busy serving customers who were spending more than $7, in order to wipe your old fucking ass. You bitched that you didn't want food anymore because i didn't get to you in time. Is your fucking voice broken? could you not just say you are ready to order? why the FUCK should i have to fucking suck your dick? So then my boss gets pissed at me....so i buy you your second beer, and take it off your tab. Did i HAVE to do that?  no. but i did it anyways.

the question is asshole, WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? first of all you look like a giant douchebag bringing your own beer cozy to the bar. Second of all, why the FUCK would i cater to you, knowing you never spend more than $7, when i could be spending time on other customers? Are you some sort of VIP i didn't know about? is there a reason you think the world should owe you something? What the FUCK do i owe you? Nothing. You leave me SHIT for tips and you're SHIT conversation, and you have a stupid fucking SHIT hat. So FUCK you.

FUCK YOU.