Thursday, July 31, 2003 My Wife Eats Like a Rabbit
I spilled a tray of root beer on a nice family last night. Also, in all the confusion, I didn't put their order in for several minutes, so their food was late. Things like this could discourage me, especially in the face of the constant sneers I get from Work Enemy. I don't know what his problem is, but he seems fairly convinced that I'm stupid. Now, given incidents like the rootbeer spilling, I might be inclined to agree with him, but I've been utterly inept at more difficult jobs than this one, and the key is to say nasty things about your work enemies on the internet until they quit in a high dudgeon. I don't think that's going to fly with this Work Enemy, though. He loves his job too much. I think maybe he's bitter because he's doughy, and he knows that's wrong.
In any case, he didn't even see me spill the rootbeer. He sneers at behavior such as asking the cooks (of which he is one, as he seems to do every damn job in the restaurant) for the necessary food items, such as fries, to complete an order. If only The Hulk could help me out and do a little smashing, that would be extremely helpful. posted by Frenz | 7/31/2003 02:42:00 PM
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