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I really hate the people who pretend to act all high and mighty in the restaurant. There's the people who nag about where they sit (the booth problem) and those that act try to, what's the word, enhance their presence.
Today on my shift, it was a quiet one, group of three ladies. Drinks: Bottle of wine, Jim Beam Coke, and three waters. When we mix drinks, we usually serve them in short glasses. So I take out the mixer and the water first, and as I plop down the mixer the lady who ordered it pipes up 'Can I have that in a tall glass.'
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In about one second, my smile turns into a frown, my head is on the verge of exploding, and I was seriously about to say, 'Bitch are you kidding me?'.
In the end, I squeezed out a very dry and sarcastic 'sure'. Seriously, you didn't say this earlier because? Is there some kind of status symbol related to drinking something out of a tall glass? Our short glasses and tall glasses usually hold the same amount bitch!
Just when I thought I got my cool back to bar, disaster struck. So I pour the mixer into a tall glass (had to pour in a smidge more coke to fill it up), place it, along with the ice bucket with the wine and the glasses onto a tray and get to it.
I gave the bitch her mixer and I usually put the ice buckets on the side of the booth closest to the wall. They ask for a stand to put it in instead, then decide to move it to the space where no one is sitting.
So the bitch grabs the ice bucket I put down and is moving her arm, when the inner part of her elbow KNOCKS OVER THE DAMN MIXER. We had to move them to another table and I had to make another Jim Beam Coke for her. I managed to hold onto my fake smiley face through the shift, but I spent the next half hour in a really bad mood.
Apparently it's becoming too difficult to ask how you want your order before it's made. It costs time for other things if we have to either add another drink or just because something isn't to your liking. Ugh, the stress from this is gonna kill me.
Today on my shift, it was a quiet one, group of three ladies. Drinks: Bottle of wine, Jim Beam Coke, and three waters. When we mix drinks, we usually serve them in short glasses. So I take out the mixer and the water first, and as I plop down the mixer the lady who ordered it pipes up 'Can I have that in a tall glass.'
...
In about one second, my smile turns into a frown, my head is on the verge of exploding, and I was seriously about to say, 'Bitch are you kidding me?'.
In the end, I squeezed out a very dry and sarcastic 'sure'. Seriously, you didn't say this earlier because? Is there some kind of status symbol related to drinking something out of a tall glass? Our short glasses and tall glasses usually hold the same amount bitch!
Just when I thought I got my cool back to bar, disaster struck. So I pour the mixer into a tall glass (had to pour in a smidge more coke to fill it up), place it, along with the ice bucket with the wine and the glasses onto a tray and get to it.
I gave the bitch her mixer and I usually put the ice buckets on the side of the booth closest to the wall. They ask for a stand to put it in instead, then decide to move it to the space where no one is sitting.
So the bitch grabs the ice bucket I put down and is moving her arm, when the inner part of her elbow KNOCKS OVER THE DAMN MIXER. We had to move them to another table and I had to make another Jim Beam Coke for her. I managed to hold onto my fake smiley face through the shift, but I spent the next half hour in a really bad mood.
Apparently it's becoming too difficult to ask how you want your order before it's made. It costs time for other things if we have to either add another drink or just because something isn't to your liking. Ugh, the stress from this is gonna kill me.
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