I worked a five hour shift at work yesterday. I usually use this long period of time in which I do nothing to catch up on the news because they always have at least one tv on FOX news. Unfortunately, the news was gripped with the death of Anna Nicole Smith.
It’s living proof–well, I can’t say living proof–that everyone’s a saint when they die. Few speak ill of the dead, but everyone is free game when they’re alive.
How horrible. We should change the old saying.
If you can’t say anything nice, wait until the person’s dead and you’ll think of something.
I like that. Pure genius.
Anyway, I accomplished my greatest achievement last night in the three months that I’ve been working at Buffalo Wild Wings.
We have a set of pagers, things that vibrate and light up whenever your food or table is ready, and the amount of these pagers has been slowly dwindling. Well, a group of assholes (excuse the colorful language) had been waiting there for twenty minutes to get their food, because we use the pagers primarily for takeout orders. When they got their food, they tried to take the pager in retaliation for having waited so long.
And I chased that bastard down! He got halfway across the parking lot, but I caught him! We only have about 8 pagers left, so I was going to be damned before someone stole another one.
I deserve a raise. None of the other hostesses would have chased that guy across the parking lot just for a pager.
I hope that I will be making $6.50 by the end of next month.
