High Maintenance

So here is the first of many Sandwich rants. Ask and you shall receive people! Yesterday while working at Sandwiches two women come in and ask me about splitting a large sub. I told them they would both be getting a six inch sub and we could put certain things on half and not on the other half. I told them that the only thing we couldn't do half of was the meat because that needs to be the same throughout the whole sub. I have no problem whatsoever with someone splitting a large sub...we do it on a daily basis. When the ticket comes back the first thing I read is large hook and ladder (ham and turkey sub) with ham on half and turkey on the other. What the fuck did I just get finished telling you bitches. And the damn cashier even allowed them to do it knowing damn well we don't do that kind if crap. The first half was ham and provolone, lite mayo, chopped pickle, and no tomatoes. The second half was no mayo, extra chopped pickle, extra lettuce and extra tomato. We send out the subs and five seconds later it comes back, I don't know what was wrong with it the first time but apparently the bitch eating the turkey side has a bunch of restrictions on her diet. So of course I'm a little pisses because I know I made the sub correctly in the first place. So we remake the damn thing and I make the bread the exact way it says on the ticket. We send it out and five seconds later it comes back again. Apparently the cashier rang in the sub wrong and the woman with the turkey can't eat cheese and blah blah blah. IF YOU HAVE DIETARY RESTRICTIONS ON WHAT YOU EAT MAKE IT EASIER ON EVERYBODY AND ORDER YOUR OWN DAMN SUB! After the third aggravating try it is finally right and they eat it all the while I just want to shove that sub down her freaking throat. All that shit to save two dollars, we are short staffed and in the middle of a busy lunch. And then there is this little bitch named Sharon that comes in every once in a while. She used to come in everyday but ever since we caught her robbing us blind of brownies, cookies and chips she's too embarrassed to come in as often. At Sandwiches we pride our selves on toasting the bread and steaming the meat and the cheese. Well apparently this bitch got kicked out of Quiznos because she always wants her meat toasted. I swear this bitch is always trying to refer to herself as a regular and we the crew refuse to acknowledge it. Every time she calls to phone in her order she says this is Sharon, tell them my name and they'll know how to make it. Sorry bitch, tell us how you want it or your going to steam it even though we know damn well you want it toasted.

Lets move right along to Restaurant X. The other day as I was taking an order I realized there is something I have yet to write about in my blog. DON'T ARGUE WITH YOUR SERVER ABOUT WHAT IS ON THE MENU, WHAT IT COMES WITH, OR HOW YOU GOT IT LAST TIME. I cannot stand it when someone tries to order something that isn't on the menu and then argues with me about it. Excuse me dick head, but I fucking work here. I have taken a menu test and I sure as fuck know what is on the menu better than you do. When you order a pasta at Restaurant X it comes with a salad and does not include a side. It has never come with a side and if you got one before than you fucking paid $2.19 for it. I also hate it when someone orders an appetizer as their dinner and want a side salad to come out before it. Then they get pissed when they get charged $5.99 for the salad because it says on the menu that you can add a side salad for $2.49 with any entree. A fucking appetizer is not an entree...learn how to read. Maybe when you came in last time your server only charged you 2 bucks but unless I like your ass a whole lot I'm not going to do that for you. Order an entree like a big boy and pay your bill. Also, this is not Ruby Tuesday...we do not have flavored lemonade or tea. If you ask me what flavor tea we have the answer is sweet or unsweet and we carry yellow lemonade...not pink. I can't stand it when you sleazy freaks at the bar make sexual comments every time I walk past you. I'm sorry but any guy that is going to sleaze it up at a restaurant bar isn't my type. Don't sit there and harass me for my number...the only reason I am talking to you to begin with is for the money. And one last annoyance for today...I hate it when you middle aged people tell me all about how you used to be a server and know what its like to run around and be under appreciated and under tipped and then leave me 10%. If your going to shit me then fine, believe me I'm used to it but don't sit up here and bring up my injustices.

Let me address an issue that I have been receiving a bit of flack for. I cuss a lot...but all I have to say for myself is that this is my way of releasing frustration while entertaining you at the same time. If you can't stand the cursing than please see the X at the right corner of the page. This is who I am and this is how I feel. Welcome to MY blog :)