Children from Hell
Okay I know there was a bit of time between me posting something other then lyrics and this post. Sorry for that, my problem was I was lacking things to post about really. Or I had thoughts that I could post and didnt really finish them enough to say anything about them yet. Well last night at work gave me something I really can rant about. So as an apology for lack of posting, I shall give a really long post to read. Is that fair?
Okay this one is about work and also about parents and there children that are the spawn of satan himself. Alright sundays at work can go either way, Either they can be super busy with big tops, groups of 8 or more, or they can be very slow. Well last night when I walked into work at 3:30 I was the 1st person on of the night shift, and all the morning people were freaking out because we had a early dinner rush. I clocked on and my whole section of 11 tables filled up. I was okay just as long as people didnt ask me questions while I was trying to get drinks, put in orders, make people happy, and get my food out. After I got the tables eating I was fine, talk to me, bitch with me about how retared our managers are getting, its all fine as long as you leave me alone to put in my orders. After the rest of the night crew clocked on my section dropped down to 6 tables. But thats what always happends so no big deal. We stayed pretty busy for then next 3 hours and all my tables were great, nice people, good tips, food was right. Right when I was thinking this is took good to be true for the night, the kitchen starts to fall behind.
When the kitchen falls behind, that means ticket times go up, food gets messed up and servers freak out at the cooks, because thier tables are freaking out at them. This is when my 1st table gets messed up for the night. It was a table of 5, 3 boys about the age of 9, and 2 guys who where thier dads. One son was in awe of his dad, you could tell because he made comments like, "Im gonna drink icetea just like my dad, and dads having the big cheese burger but I just want a kids one, its smaller but its like my dad" Personaly I thought it was really cute. Well I passed the 2 of them later on, on the way to the bathroom, son behind dad, dad wasnt talking to the son until he noticed the son had followed him when he walked in the bath room door. The entrance to our kitchen is across from our bath rooms and I was getting drinks when I hear, "You need to knock off this "like dad shit" grow up and make your own dam choices, stop being a baby, go back to the table and be a man" The son looked over at them and the son had tears in his eyes when he walked back to the table. All I could think was fucking asshole, your son adores you and you basicly kick him in the ribs. I wanted to lash out and tell the guy off, but its not my place to do at work, or I would have. But I kinda need my job. Well same table after they get thier food, the cooks had messed up the assholes burger, because they didnt read the tickets right. And then it took them 15mins to fix it. So im thinking to myself great I already dont like this guy, now I get to deal with him being a fucker to me about his food. Thanks Kitchen. The guy wasnt all that bad to me, just annoyed and I could understand that. Ron my boss, paid for his burger and I still got a good tip. Although I wanted to dump his food in the guys lap I still kept my cool about his comments to his son.
Kitchen got backed up even more and tickets were taking 40 mins to get out. So we stopped seating tables. All mine left and I was there for an hour, not making any money because the cooks couldnt get thier act together. So I started helping people. Ron had me jump online, meaning cooking, and help make the salads. Not hard to do, Ive done it in the mornings a few times. We had an hour long wait upfront and people were getting pissed because they could see empty tables but it was a kitchen thing why we were not seating anyone. So our lobby was full and tables were empty. we counted 100 people walked out mad because they couldnt be seated. Oh well right what are we suppose to do about it?
Well after the kitchen gets cought up and they start seating again, I only got 2 more tables. One was of this lady are her 4 yr old. Very sweet kid and very nice lady. Then my last table got sat...the table that came strieght from hell. I knew as soon as I saw them walk up that I was going to have issues with them. It was like all the problems that I was lucky not to have early on I had with this table.
It was 3 people, a mom, her daughter who was 12, and her son who was 8. I walk up and say my little speal "Welcome to Applebees, My name is Stef, I'll be helping you out tonight, Can I get you started with anything to drink..blah blah blah" The daughter is like I want strawberry lemonaid but I want it with LOTs of strawberry if I dont get it with lots of strawberry im gonna get mad" Im thinking wow you snotty little bitch. But I just smiled and said of course. Then the son, said "I want a milk shake"
Mom~ "no milkshakes"
Son~ "Cherry Soda"
Mom~ " No"
son~ "Fruit punch"
Mom~ "nothing red"
son~ "lemonaid"
mom~"alright fine I guess you can have that"
Im thinking what the fuck does it matter if its red? anyways the ladie orders a perfect margarita, our perfect margaritas is a topshelf drink, come in a shaker and we pour it in your glass at the table. Its an 8 dollor drink and it is a big drink. Get the drinks for the them, and the kid goes off about olives
Son~ "I want the olive"
mom~ " no my olive drink your dam lemonaid"
me~ "Do we know what we would like for dinner? Trying to shut them up.
The mom orders a kids burger for the son, the girl gets chicken fingers, and the mom orders one of our promo items. The italian combo. If you wanna know whats on it look it up, Applebees.com. Anyways, they get thier food. 1st off, the son doesnt like the bun on his burger, because we toast them. So get him a new bun, not toasted. Not too hard. Come back and the lady had issues with her food.
Lady~ "I dont like the type of dressing on this salad, and I think the noodles are over cooked, plus the sauce is to cheesy. I want something else"
I have to yet again smile, go get Micheal my front of the house manager to deal with this. He talks to her, and she orders the Steak combo instead. Steak cooked med rare. Med rare steak is still alittle bloody inside. Well she gets her food and she bitches about her steak.
Lady~ " This is not how I ordered it there is blood. I said med rare not rare. Are you and idiot?"
I just walked off got Micheal again and said to him "The bitch at 13 has issues again" he laughed and went to deal with her. Steak gets remade.
Now besides the bitching about shit this is what her kids are doing the whole time. Her son is running around taking his moms drink shaker still full of boose, and running around the bar. Mike our bartender grabs the kid by the arm, takes the drink picks the kid up off the ground and walks him to the table. Puts the shaker down on the table and looks at the lady
"We dont let kids carry boose in this resturant, and we dont let them in the bar. Thank you" He smiled and walked off. The lady looked at her son and said "Please behave" Next thing the kids running around the bar again. Grabbing cherrys and olives from our drink station and getting his grubby ass hands all over the food. Mike again grabs the kid and takes him back to the table. Then tosses out the food that the kid has touched.
Lady~ " please behave"
Im thinking, what the fuck does please behave help? this kid needs to be smacked or something be a fucking mom and control your child. Cant say that though need the job still. While im in the kitchen getting drink refills for the kids, the son starts to follow Jenn, another server, around. At every table he stands there while shes trying to talk screaming "I NEED CHERRIES I WANT CHERRIES GIVE ME CHERRIES" Jenn said "go sit down and I'll get you some cherries." She passes me and starts to mutter and fucking parents and thier kids. She gets him cherries and takes them to the table. 2 mins later the kids at the bar running around. Then goes to Mike,
Son~ " mom wants olives"
Mike~" your in the bar again"
Son~ " OLIVES"
Mike gets a cup of olives for the kid and mutters something about fucking brats. Kid goes back to the table. I go back check on things, Lady wants another perfect. Im thinking okay you drunk whore control your kids and stop drinking the fucking boose. But I cant say that either. So I smile and go get her drink. The son has now finished his food and started to walk from table to table bugging people. Jenn drops off a basket of nachos to a table and he grabs a chip saying "hmm nachos" The little shit just took food from another table! Both Jenn and I are like WHAT THE FUCK !?! Now Jenn has to go get more Nachoes for the table toss out the one the kid touched. I go back the the lady hopeing she wants to take her cheesecake to go, but no im not that lucky. She orders it for here. Then she says that its frozen, but its okay because she doesnt mind sitting there and hanging out while it warms up. I just smiled then walked away from the table, into our back room and yelled FUCK! took a deep breath and walked back into the kitchen. Micheal is talking to Ron and I over hear
Micheal "This lady is a fucking cunt"
Rons "She really cant be that bad"
Michael "its table 13 go see for yourself"
I just got a whole new respect for Micheal :P I agreed 100% Ron walks out of the kitchen, 5 mins later he walks back and he says to me
"Im sorry, can I buy you dinner?"
I just laughed and said "Tis the life and yes I want a steak"
Lady finaly leaves after her kid running around for 2 hours. And I had to reclean my whole section because he got cherrys and bread and fries and cheese and paper all over EVERYthing. Took me an hour to reclean. Noelle, another server comes up to me and says,
"Ya work tomarrow?"
me~"Yes"
Her~"ya wanna?"
me~"after that table fuck no"
her~ "good I want to work"
I just hugged her.
Okay now that I told ya all about my night here is my question, or thoughts rather:
How can this lady sit there and let her kid do this? where is her control as a parent shouldnt there be punishments for this? I dont agree with hitting kids, but spankings when they are acting like this is called for in my book. What kind person will this kid be when hes older? Demanding, asshole. Yes this is why people say there are no good guys left in the world , and why females are bitches. Because parents like her allow thier kids to be this way. What the fuck does "please behave" help?
And the Dad with the kid who adored him...Fuck you too asshole, your son loves you, you just crushed him. He wants to be like you, he looks up to you and what do you do? make him feel like loveing you is bad. This is why we had kids who shoot up schools or kill themselfs, or kids who start doing drugs and shit. They crave attention from thier parents, and when they cant get it from loveing thier parents, they turn to getting negitive attenion because still its attention. Fucking asshole dad, someone should take you and the cunt mom and shoot you both in the head. I feel bad for both of those kids. One for the crushed son because I just wanted to give him a hug and yell at the dad, let him take a look into the future that could be the chain reaction of his actions twords his son. And for the insane bitchy greedy kids, thier life will be full of people hating them just because thier mother doenst understand what rules, and manars are. Fucking idiots.
Okay this one is about work and also about parents and there children that are the spawn of satan himself. Alright sundays at work can go either way, Either they can be super busy with big tops, groups of 8 or more, or they can be very slow. Well last night when I walked into work at 3:30 I was the 1st person on of the night shift, and all the morning people were freaking out because we had a early dinner rush. I clocked on and my whole section of 11 tables filled up. I was okay just as long as people didnt ask me questions while I was trying to get drinks, put in orders, make people happy, and get my food out. After I got the tables eating I was fine, talk to me, bitch with me about how retared our managers are getting, its all fine as long as you leave me alone to put in my orders. After the rest of the night crew clocked on my section dropped down to 6 tables. But thats what always happends so no big deal. We stayed pretty busy for then next 3 hours and all my tables were great, nice people, good tips, food was right. Right when I was thinking this is took good to be true for the night, the kitchen starts to fall behind.
When the kitchen falls behind, that means ticket times go up, food gets messed up and servers freak out at the cooks, because thier tables are freaking out at them. This is when my 1st table gets messed up for the night. It was a table of 5, 3 boys about the age of 9, and 2 guys who where thier dads. One son was in awe of his dad, you could tell because he made comments like, "Im gonna drink icetea just like my dad, and dads having the big cheese burger but I just want a kids one, its smaller but its like my dad" Personaly I thought it was really cute. Well I passed the 2 of them later on, on the way to the bathroom, son behind dad, dad wasnt talking to the son until he noticed the son had followed him when he walked in the bath room door. The entrance to our kitchen is across from our bath rooms and I was getting drinks when I hear, "You need to knock off this "like dad shit" grow up and make your own dam choices, stop being a baby, go back to the table and be a man" The son looked over at them and the son had tears in his eyes when he walked back to the table. All I could think was fucking asshole, your son adores you and you basicly kick him in the ribs. I wanted to lash out and tell the guy off, but its not my place to do at work, or I would have. But I kinda need my job. Well same table after they get thier food, the cooks had messed up the assholes burger, because they didnt read the tickets right. And then it took them 15mins to fix it. So im thinking to myself great I already dont like this guy, now I get to deal with him being a fucker to me about his food. Thanks Kitchen. The guy wasnt all that bad to me, just annoyed and I could understand that. Ron my boss, paid for his burger and I still got a good tip. Although I wanted to dump his food in the guys lap I still kept my cool about his comments to his son.
Kitchen got backed up even more and tickets were taking 40 mins to get out. So we stopped seating tables. All mine left and I was there for an hour, not making any money because the cooks couldnt get thier act together. So I started helping people. Ron had me jump online, meaning cooking, and help make the salads. Not hard to do, Ive done it in the mornings a few times. We had an hour long wait upfront and people were getting pissed because they could see empty tables but it was a kitchen thing why we were not seating anyone. So our lobby was full and tables were empty. we counted 100 people walked out mad because they couldnt be seated. Oh well right what are we suppose to do about it?
Well after the kitchen gets cought up and they start seating again, I only got 2 more tables. One was of this lady are her 4 yr old. Very sweet kid and very nice lady. Then my last table got sat...the table that came strieght from hell. I knew as soon as I saw them walk up that I was going to have issues with them. It was like all the problems that I was lucky not to have early on I had with this table.
It was 3 people, a mom, her daughter who was 12, and her son who was 8. I walk up and say my little speal "Welcome to Applebees, My name is Stef, I'll be helping you out tonight, Can I get you started with anything to drink..blah blah blah" The daughter is like I want strawberry lemonaid but I want it with LOTs of strawberry if I dont get it with lots of strawberry im gonna get mad" Im thinking wow you snotty little bitch. But I just smiled and said of course. Then the son, said "I want a milk shake"
Mom~ "no milkshakes"
Son~ "Cherry Soda"
Mom~ " No"
son~ "Fruit punch"
Mom~ "nothing red"
son~ "lemonaid"
mom~"alright fine I guess you can have that"
Im thinking what the fuck does it matter if its red? anyways the ladie orders a perfect margarita, our perfect margaritas is a topshelf drink, come in a shaker and we pour it in your glass at the table. Its an 8 dollor drink and it is a big drink. Get the drinks for the them, and the kid goes off about olives
Son~ "I want the olive"
mom~ " no my olive drink your dam lemonaid"
me~ "Do we know what we would like for dinner? Trying to shut them up.
The mom orders a kids burger for the son, the girl gets chicken fingers, and the mom orders one of our promo items. The italian combo. If you wanna know whats on it look it up, Applebees.com. Anyways, they get thier food. 1st off, the son doesnt like the bun on his burger, because we toast them. So get him a new bun, not toasted. Not too hard. Come back and the lady had issues with her food.
Lady~ "I dont like the type of dressing on this salad, and I think the noodles are over cooked, plus the sauce is to cheesy. I want something else"
I have to yet again smile, go get Micheal my front of the house manager to deal with this. He talks to her, and she orders the Steak combo instead. Steak cooked med rare. Med rare steak is still alittle bloody inside. Well she gets her food and she bitches about her steak.
Lady~ " This is not how I ordered it there is blood. I said med rare not rare. Are you and idiot?"
I just walked off got Micheal again and said to him "The bitch at 13 has issues again" he laughed and went to deal with her. Steak gets remade.
Now besides the bitching about shit this is what her kids are doing the whole time. Her son is running around taking his moms drink shaker still full of boose, and running around the bar. Mike our bartender grabs the kid by the arm, takes the drink picks the kid up off the ground and walks him to the table. Puts the shaker down on the table and looks at the lady
"We dont let kids carry boose in this resturant, and we dont let them in the bar. Thank you" He smiled and walked off. The lady looked at her son and said "Please behave" Next thing the kids running around the bar again. Grabbing cherrys and olives from our drink station and getting his grubby ass hands all over the food. Mike again grabs the kid and takes him back to the table. Then tosses out the food that the kid has touched.
Lady~ " please behave"
Im thinking, what the fuck does please behave help? this kid needs to be smacked or something be a fucking mom and control your child. Cant say that though need the job still. While im in the kitchen getting drink refills for the kids, the son starts to follow Jenn, another server, around. At every table he stands there while shes trying to talk screaming "I NEED CHERRIES I WANT CHERRIES GIVE ME CHERRIES" Jenn said "go sit down and I'll get you some cherries." She passes me and starts to mutter and fucking parents and thier kids. She gets him cherries and takes them to the table. 2 mins later the kids at the bar running around. Then goes to Mike,
Son~ " mom wants olives"
Mike~" your in the bar again"
Son~ " OLIVES"
Mike gets a cup of olives for the kid and mutters something about fucking brats. Kid goes back to the table. I go back check on things, Lady wants another perfect. Im thinking okay you drunk whore control your kids and stop drinking the fucking boose. But I cant say that either. So I smile and go get her drink. The son has now finished his food and started to walk from table to table bugging people. Jenn drops off a basket of nachos to a table and he grabs a chip saying "hmm nachos" The little shit just took food from another table! Both Jenn and I are like WHAT THE FUCK !?! Now Jenn has to go get more Nachoes for the table toss out the one the kid touched. I go back the the lady hopeing she wants to take her cheesecake to go, but no im not that lucky. She orders it for here. Then she says that its frozen, but its okay because she doesnt mind sitting there and hanging out while it warms up. I just smiled then walked away from the table, into our back room and yelled FUCK! took a deep breath and walked back into the kitchen. Micheal is talking to Ron and I over hear
Micheal "This lady is a fucking cunt"
Rons "She really cant be that bad"
Michael "its table 13 go see for yourself"
I just got a whole new respect for Micheal :P I agreed 100% Ron walks out of the kitchen, 5 mins later he walks back and he says to me
"Im sorry, can I buy you dinner?"
I just laughed and said "Tis the life and yes I want a steak"
Lady finaly leaves after her kid running around for 2 hours. And I had to reclean my whole section because he got cherrys and bread and fries and cheese and paper all over EVERYthing. Took me an hour to reclean. Noelle, another server comes up to me and says,
"Ya work tomarrow?"
me~"Yes"
Her~"ya wanna?"
me~"after that table fuck no"
her~ "good I want to work"
I just hugged her.
Okay now that I told ya all about my night here is my question, or thoughts rather:
How can this lady sit there and let her kid do this? where is her control as a parent shouldnt there be punishments for this? I dont agree with hitting kids, but spankings when they are acting like this is called for in my book. What kind person will this kid be when hes older? Demanding, asshole. Yes this is why people say there are no good guys left in the world , and why females are bitches. Because parents like her allow thier kids to be this way. What the fuck does "please behave" help?
And the Dad with the kid who adored him...Fuck you too asshole, your son loves you, you just crushed him. He wants to be like you, he looks up to you and what do you do? make him feel like loveing you is bad. This is why we had kids who shoot up schools or kill themselfs, or kids who start doing drugs and shit. They crave attention from thier parents, and when they cant get it from loveing thier parents, they turn to getting negitive attenion because still its attention. Fucking asshole dad, someone should take you and the cunt mom and shoot you both in the head. I feel bad for both of those kids. One for the crushed son because I just wanted to give him a hug and yell at the dad, let him take a look into the future that could be the chain reaction of his actions twords his son. And for the insane bitchy greedy kids, thier life will be full of people hating them just because thier mother doenst understand what rules, and manars are. Fucking idiots.
posted by S. at 6:55 AM
3 Comments:
First of all... *bows*
Work is a place where you work, not one where you have (or atleast, not where you SHOW you have) opinions. I get stuff like that all the time at the supermarket I work and I just smile and wish them a nice day. Later on I talk about it to colleagues and think of "bitch-customer-of-the-month" competitions which turn out to become -of-the-week's cuz there's so many of them, etc etc...
Then the dad... Somebody. Please. Neuter. This. Guy. That is such a goddamn fucked up thing to do! How can you be a parent if you go telling kids stuff like that?!? Every kid has stages, this is one of them. SHOW HIM YOU LOVE HIM, NOT BREAK HIS HEART!
And as for the woman with the 2 kids. Is it so hard to tell your kids to sit the fuck down, shut the fuck up and act like you're in a damn restaurant, CUZ YOU ARE! (not literally ofcourse :P)
There's nothing better than working with people, but sometimes...
*hugs*
*Hugs* Thank you hottie! I agree with you completely. I wanna make an 'bitch' award to the fucking idiots I serve like once a month I just hand it out and be like here this is for you... have a great day. Make them think they got this grand award then BAM....it says Fuck off Asshole love your server..Steffy...
Wow...
yeah, there are a lot of jerks out there. The sad thing is its ultimately society and some innocent victims who pay the price for their selfish stupidity. I've met some of these people, and they are complete sociopaths. They say the majority of sociopaths are in jail, but I disagree, they are most definitly among us.
That woman is a selfish drunk who married for money, regrets it and takes out her ill will by drinking and ignoring her children. The man is probably a soulless asshole who somehow made it with a dumbass woman to create an innocent child who worships someone not worthy of them (sadly the case for many of us).
I'm glad I never had to work with people at the restaurant I was employed at. Its like everyone wants to take out their dissatisfaction on people who they know can't talk back.
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