| date: | Friday, May 6, 2011 - 1:05 AM UTC |
| category: | War |
| tags: | Bluepost, The Beatles, Tic Tac Shooters, William |
A quick break from my rants about assholes.
Well, kind of.
Post script: this is the first image that pops up when you google image search “douchebag.”
| date: | Tuesday, April 19, 2011 - 1:03 AM UTC |
| category: | Condiments |
| tags: | Idiots, Mayonnaise, Student Loans |
So this is what it’s come to. Post-collegiate years spent crossing your fingers someone left you $5 to pocket after they have reverted back to childhood for a minimum of 45 minutes, needing you for absolutely everything. That’s right ladies and gents….we’re talking waiting tables. I intend to update regularly with stories from the battlefield. A small disclaimer: after reading my rants and raves, some people may be under the impression I hate my job. I really don’t. I just hate people.
So let’s start off with a B.O.H. (for those of you who don’t know, this stands for “back of house,” also known as the skeezy kitchen dudes and overall apathetic support staff) story.
Busser: “I need to make a back-up of tartar sauce for the line. We are running low. Where can I find some?”
Sous Chef: “It’s right in front of you on the shelf.”
Busser: “I’m not seeing it.”
Sous Chef: “It’s right in front of you. You have your hand on it.”
Busser: “I’m still not seeing it. This tub says tar tar. I need tartar.”
