This Saturday started out like any other Saturday... I came in about 2 or 3 minutes late, went to the change room, and expected to hear Skipper's upbeat voice. Except I didn't.
Except I heard the rumbling of a Troll.
I got pissed off at this point. Really pissed off. I was exhausted from having to deal with this fucking cunt for the last 3 out of 5 days, and I was looking forward to Skipper's today badly. Instead, I get this stupid fucking shitface. This is going to be a long, fucking day, and this will require buddhist master like inner-peacefulness to get through.
Except I'm no buddhist master.
So my weekend started off like any other weekend for the past 130 days: push the tomato through the grinder. Except the tomatoes we're getting is fucked up and half of them are soft. So instead of getting tomato slices when you put the tomatoes through, you get tomato spaghetti. This makes making tomato bowls exceedingly difficult, and exceedingly frustrating. My patience was getting thin... FUCKING thin.
I eventually finished with those damn tomato bowls (damn... can't believe I have to do them again tomorrow). So after a break, I was on garnish (again). Fat Cunt (this nickname has officially replaced Troll) yelled at me to get a new bowl for my area... problem is that the bowls in my area were all full. So I said "they're full". All of a sudden she got pissed (no surprise) because someone actually pointed out that its impossible to do. She is the kind of person that gets pissed off for no reason at all, so she basically repeated what she said, except with her teeth gritted and clearly losing her temper, the exact same thing... not taking my question or the reality of the situation in consideration at all. Normally, I would do it, but today, my patience ran out, and I kinda want to fuck with her, to be honest, because I know that I can't be fired (a lot of people have been quitting lately because they got tired of putting up with Fat Cunt's bullshit, and that since we are already short-staffed every lunch time during weekdays, so I know my job is safe) . So I said "they're full" again. So she said, "what part do you not understand" in the previously aforementioned ridiculous tone. I said, again (mirroring her ridiculousness) "it's full". She basically lost her shit and screamed "GET A NEW BOWL OR GO HOME". Slightly jolted at this (but not surprised), I went off to get new bowls... only to see her fill the bowl up from full to... teeming full...
I was outraged by this attitude, and at this point, I had no doubt in my mind that today, I will be telling Boss that I'm quitting.
More to come in Part 2.
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