I worked a 13 hour day last night serving. I don't get a break at my restaurant job (customers don't stop coming in just because i'm hungry), nor do i get overtime. I didn't even get paid for the last 1.5 hours of work. But that's the service industry. Bullshit everywhere.
I had TWO dine and dashes which are very rare to begin with. One table just kind of...forgot (?) to pay because they were dumb. The second table had tons of witnesses who saw the pair run out of the restaurant after ordering $80 in drinks. It looks like the restaurant won't make me pay for the drinks, (I'd probably quit over something like that) but it was a bit of a battle.
My co-workers were two of the three KKK bitches. (Three bitches I work with with names beginning with "K"). Honestly, how I can work with so many bitches makes me think it's not them, maybe it's something about the restaurant that makes people become assholes if they work there too much. One of the girls was competing with me about how fast our skin tans. (?) It was really weird. Then she talked about me behind my back, as usual. She's like a disease in the restaurant; negative energy that just kills anything good.
And then, the kicker of the night came when i called my boyfriend at 3:30am. He and I didn't resolve our Biggest Fight Yet when we talked yesterday. We hadn't talked in a week and basically, the only solution we could find was to stop talking about what he did last weekend (coming home while i was sleeping and making a shitload of noise). I still think he did it intentionally as a passive-agressive way to communicate anger to me; he says he would never do that and he feels like I don't trust him. If my gut would let me, for one minute, believe he didn't know i was sleeping in the other room when he came in, I'd just let this go. But I don't believe it. I will forever think he knew I was there. It's a crack in our relationship. I'm not sure if we'll patch it or if it will grow.
Anyway, I called my boyfriend at 3:30am to say I couldn't come over to his place because I still had over an hour of work left to do, then i'd have to get in a cab to his house (rather than walk the 50 steps to my own doorstep), only to be BACK at work 6 hours later to open. He was drunk but he seemed upset with me about it. I honestly felt like yelling, WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME? WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WORKED A 13 HOUR DAY?? NEVER, YOU SELFISH PERSON!!! WHY DON'T YOU GET IN A CAB AND COME SEE ME SINCE YOU DON'T HAVE TO WORK TOMORROW!!
And I got no sleep last night so I'm an emotional disaster this morning. I do not do well on no sleep.
It's good that my shift is during the day today. I need to see a sunlight shift when people are eating food rather than getting wasted at 1am as was the case last night. And I'll be done for this evening.
