It's very hard to make me mad. You can say whatever you want to me, and more likely than not, I will laugh at you and walk away. The one thing you can do though that will make smoke billow from my ears, is not show me respect when I show it to you. With that, i present to you, my (now ex) coworker, Katherine. Aka Katie. Yes, that is her real name, because i don't care. Fuck her.
The first day i started working at my job, this girl was rude as fuck. Didn't even say a word tome if I remember correctly. No worries, i thought... maybe she was just having a bad day. The next day she apologized for being rude and said she was having a bad day... i accepted and decided that she was probably always nice and that bad day was a rare occurrence. Hahaha... I was fucking wrong.
As days went on, and then weeks, her true character started to show. Constant complaining, laziness, always seemed to hate the world unless her white trash boyfriend showed up and disrupted the work flow. Ugghh, the exact kind of person I really don't want to work with, because it meant that I was the one doing most of the work. Great.
Over those weeks of working with her, she tried to get me to stay late so she could leave early, she showed up to work drunk and got sent home so that I had to come in and cover for her, and she also tried to get me to cover her shifts so she could go out and get fucked up. Every. Single. Night. And then we get to this past week. On Monday, an hour before she was supposed to be in to work, she calls me and says her boyfriend got arrested and she needed me to cover for her. I said "nope, sorry, got other things to do," and she just hung up,with nothing else to say.
Another girl that i work with, who actually does work, asked me to cover a shift for her later in the week that she requested off but didn't get. I agreed, even though it was supposed to be my one day off. That same day, i come in to work and Katie asked me to cover her Sunday shift because it was her birthday. I immediately told her no. She got pissed and just said "well, whatever" and walked away. The rest of that night, and the following night, all she did was event reasons as to why I should close for her so she could go home early, even though I got to work 3 hours before she did. The more I declined, the more pissed she got... naturally.
Last night, saturday, I came in at 3pm and immediately got to work. Usually it's slower in the afternoon when i arrive but today it was steady and moving. Twenty minutes later, a party of 30+ people walked in unannounced. They had a beach wedding that was rained out, so to kill time before the reception they all came in to do some drinking. Needless to say, it screwed up the whole flow to have 30 drunk wedding guests running rampant through the bar area. That was the first sign that the night would probably suck just a little bit.
4pm rolls around and the second cut comes in. She jumps right in to help me like she always does, despite being quite a bit younger than me. A little time goes by and i glance at the clock... it says 5:30. Wtf? Katie was supposed to be in at 5. It was already so busy that no one noticed that she wasn't here. Our managers called her about 3 times with no answer. Fuck fuck fuckity-fuck. If this girl doesn't show up, it means the other girl and I will have to do a 3 person job on our own AND stay until close (1am) instead of leaving at 9.
Why don't you just guess what happens next? WRONG! Bitch shows up at 6:30, walks into the restaurant and my manager immediately points at the door and says "GET. OUT." Did I mention that i really like all of my managers? So yeah... she showed up an hour and a half late on a Saturday night and got sent home. That left me and a 19 year old girl to not only seat everyone, but also we are the only ones who bus the tables. Want to know how many tables there are? A little over 60. I was responsible for seating people and cleaning up their shit, all while keeping a list of who was coming in, who was being sat, what sections were full, and tons of other shit that is about 100 times easier when you have an extra set of hands.
Time goes by, and at around 8:30 the rush starts to die down a bit. Our wait list was shorter, and the waits went from45 minutes to about 20. Then it happens... the door opens and immediately i recognize Katie's boyfriend. Then, in walked Katie. Are. you. fucking. kidding me?
She walks through the door, sits in a booth and continues to order drinks for her and her friends. My hands started shaking with rage. I felt my face flush, my nostrils flare, and my fists clench. I stopped what i was doing and headed straight for her table. In my head I was bashing her face into the side of the booth, but all i did was walk by her and give her the look of death. The smile on her face instantly disappeared, and then i walked away and into the kitchen.
WHO THE FUCK DOES THAT?!?!?!
Oh hey, I'm going to no call no show for work, and then walk in casually an hour and a half late and get pissed off when my boss sends me home. And THEN I think it would be an awesome idea to come BACK to the restaurant and have the people who i blew off wait on me and my friends. That's a brilliant idea. Fan-freaking-tastic.
Words can't even describe the way i was feeling by the end of the night... but it's all good now. Why? because at the end of the day, I have a job, and she doesn't. Also, my managers came up to me and thanked me for doing an amazing job despite the circumstances. That made it all worth it in the end.
Also, I hate that girl. Hate her. I still can't believe she had the balls to come in to eat! Losing my faith in humanity, one idiot at a time...