If you have a good woman treating you (mostly) right why would you even consider ruining your chances with them for someone else when anyone else is an obvious step down.



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"You really must like having sex huh? lol"

Remember fellow servers, it’s illegal for your managers to make you pay for walk-outs.


Call the Labor Board (1-866-487-2365) if they ever force you to do so.

I’ve got a big nose and my eyebrows are uneven (from walking into a ceiling fan) plus a slight lazy eye but my freckles are adorable and I’m the cutest bitch eva lol

wow I meant to post this 16 hours ago
MySpace pc4pc! Put me on ur top 8!!

"Delete her number.

Stop ringing her. Stop messaging her. Stop making excuses to see her, to drop by her place.

Erase her name from memory. Remove yourself from her life, more completely than you would like but as completely as she deserves. Move on, so that you can allow her to also move on. When you close your eyes, you don’t get to see her face. Not anymore. You don’t get to think about her lips, the warm glow of her skin when she rests next to you, or how she squeezes your hand in her sleep. You are not allowed to remember the smell of her perfume, that she only drinks mint tea (with two dollops of honey), or that she loves you.

She loves you.

She has been in love with you for too long.

So, forget how she says your name. Forget how she calls your name. Forget how she screams your name. Forget that time you got sick and she stayed up with you all night, letting you lay your head in her lap and holding a cold compress to your forehead. Forget how her hair feels in your fingers. Forget how she looks in your sweatshirts.

Forget her.

Know only that she existed at one point in your life, but relinquish all hope that she could exist at another point — sometime in the future that you are unwilling to specify because you don’t know what you want. Yet. It is not fair for you to swoop in and out of her life as you choose. It is not fair for you to say that you are satisfied with “things as they are” and you will have time to “figure it out” later. Let her stop investing emotionally in you. Let her pour that love and care into the people who deserve her.

Don’t tell her that you think about her all the time. Don’t tell her that it bothers you to hear about her with other people, but that you’re willing to understand as long as she likes you more than them. Don’t tell her that this isn’t the right moment but that there will be a right moment. There is not going to be a right moment. She shouldn’t have to wait for the right moment.

Don’t tell her that you can’t handle ultimatums, that you don’t like the idea of finally adding finality to your relationship — whatever still remains of it.

What you are telling her is that you want to keep her on as an option, that you are taking her for granted, that you want to know she will be there, that you can depend on her at the end of the day. When you find that no one else has stuck around or that those who have are less interesting, less thoughtful, or less doggedly loyal to you.

Doggedly loyal to you.

That is what she has been to you, for you almost as long as you have known her: a constant emotional crutch, the guarantee of stability, a safety net while you reach out to grasp objects that sparkle and shine far greater than she does. All that glitters is not gold, haven’t you heard?

She is fire. You are ice, and you are afraid that her slow burn will smolder your cool, hard demeanor. That’s what has driven your decisions, your actions all along: fear. You are a coward. You are a hypocrite. You are terrified to let her go, but you are afraid she is too good for you, that she could drive you wild, that you would choke on her flames. That she is too much for you to handle right now.

Right now.

But if you choose not to love her now, you can’t choose to love her later."

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The entire reason for that post was to get around to this shitty man who didn’t tip me on $142.04 because WE RAN OUT OF ROLLS AND HIS CRAWFISH WERE DIRTY. HIS. CRAWFISH. WERE DIRTY.
They waited for their table for a good 40 minutes so they MUST’VE seen how busy we were, wouldn’t you think it would be reasonable that we would run out of a few things?

His fucking crawfish were dirty, he’s eating something that people call “MUD BUGS” and complaining they are ‘dirty’ hahahahahahahahahahahahahHhHhHhahahhahahaha

Why is this fifty year old woman trying to have a pissing match with me? We barely know each other (I barely know her) and she has the biggest grudge against me for ~seemingly~ no reason.
We work together maybe 2-3 times a week. I’ll admit to being rude as shit to her (after she was rude to me, but not first).
She has gone to 3 managers already telling them I’m doing things that I’m obviously not (refusing to check her section/refusing to help her).
I’ve tried multiple times to confront her and each and every time she scoffs/walks away from me.
She will not speak TO me, but has no problem running her mouth to the rest of the restaurant ABOUT me (who are obviously going to tell me what she’s said).
Today I asked her if she left her attitude at home and she told me to shut up (but then started walking away still talking under her breath). I asked her why she was still talking and her faced flushed a bright crimson that sent a wave of laughter shuttering out of me (which of course didn’t help her cheek situation).

I’ve gone to multiple managers about this and nothing has been/is being done about it.

Which brings me to: I’d like to quit my job, this month. Hell, this week! (I probably won’t who wants to learn a new menu PLUS I’d rather get out of food all together). The people suck, the kitchen doesn’t communicate well at all (with each other or with servers), mostly the servers suck, the managers are whack as shit (not helpful at all [Pat is the exception]), and I don’t make enough money to be angry or frustrated every time I’m at work.

I don’t remember the last time we actually hired an employee who knew what they were doing or wanted to learn how to do something right.
The same 4-5 people are habitually given the best sections and the other 20 servers are left with the rest. I make decent money 80% of the time (unless I’m just really having a shit shift) and I do usually get a pretty good section but it doesn’t seem right.
No one really does things completely or the way that they are supposed to be done, and yes I am including myself in that because there are times that I cut corners and just couldn’t give a shit less about any of it because no one else does and they seem to get rewarded for their slacking so why shouldn’t I be rewarded also?

There are plenty of people who think themselves superior because they’ve been there for longer than other people or because they shift lead more often than most or any other reason you can think of for anyone to have their head up their ass.

It takes 10-15 minutes to get your drinks most nights (even with 2-3 bartenders), the cooks ignore you when you’re asking for/about your food.

I won’t go on…

Just bought my ticket to Mortified in ATX! I’m actually super excited, now I just have to wait a month.



I really love that red thing??

It feels so weird having so many things on my mind but I can’t really write or talk about it because everything whirls so fast I can’t finish a thought before another one begins

when I actually get around to writing or saying anything it comes across as crass and/or jumbled

Or I’m so deep in thought I can’t even blink and when I do my contacts are so dry it feels like I’m closing my eyes over shards of glass

Or something

Can’t explain it




why do people say “don’t be a pussy” when talking about weakness more like “don’t be a man’s ego” because you know there isn’t nothing more fragile than that


because “pussy” is the shortened form of the word “pusillanimous”, which means “timid, cowardly”

and not the slang word for the female genital region?

literally no one else knows this. nobody. 

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