Complaining.. sometimes it is good to complain, it makes me feel human. Few months back, Mike (now he's gone to NYC) used to complain a lot about New Orleans especially our workplace. Both of us work overnight (different day). I used to be his ears for all the overthorw words and obviously I would said that "You complain a lot!" - althought in friendly kindda way. But now, look who's talking? I mean complaining! ME! Last Monday, I couldn't take it anymore stress, and I called him, Mike (by the way, we've been talking on the phone regularly, since he's been driving from California to NYC, it took him 5 days, now he is in NYC) and complaining to him. He start saying that I've been complaining a lot! Hahaha! It got me back! I don't mind him saying that, at least I can let out my revolting feeling to him by complaining. I'm not complaining about my job, I complaining about some New Orleans people that are picky, choosy and annoyingly behaviour. It's all about food! I'm tired of this shit. And at the moment, I don't feel like being nice to them (some of them), most of the times, I didn't even making eye contact with them and didn't say hi at all. I don't care what they think about me because I'm a bitch! hahaha...
Anyway, a night before that, I cooked a lot of meat! Flank steaks! It's wonderfully marinated with my secret ingredients, with 12 herbs (pronounced it as 'erbs', that's how American say, I don't know where the hell is the 'H' gone to) and spices... It's delicious, it's yummy and it's full of flavor.. that's some people told me... And out of no where, there'e one BITCH came to me and asking, "Hey my friend..." As soon as she says that, I would know that she wants something... "Yes?" I said. "Can you fixed me some hot wings and fries?" she asked. "No" I said. "Why?" she asked me again. "No!" I told her, again. "Ok, you don't have to do it, I'll do it myself. Can I?" she asked me again. Then, "No!" I replied. "Why?" again she asked. I think she kindda retarded. "The reason is very simple, it's NO! I have a lot of meat here, why don't you eat the meat?" I told her. Then she walk off. But then, she complained to the overnight manager about it. And somehow, he called me and requested for the hot wings for her!! That's it!! She just turned on my thermostat. I did fried some for her, and by the time she came to get it, she said thanks, but i said " NOOO... Thank you very much. By the way, what's your name?" I took my pen, look at her nametag and jotted down her name on paper towel. Than I told her, "I'm gonna give your lovely name to the chef, ok..? I think he needs to know who the person that required special treat or think like a diva" I smirked whole time... Muahahaha...
Last two morning, Fred was off. So came this Melanie. I hate when she's working in the morning. She's always asking me what to do for her prep and most of the time I just ignored it or giving her some nasty look, and she will says it's ok, she doing herself. But that morning, it was a wrong moment for her. First, by the time she got in, she greeted me "Morning, bitch!" Then I smiled.. Then she start checking her stuffs... and asking me to do this and that. I would do it, if she were like being nice. Then I told her, "Listen to me, bitch. You have to get it yourself, it's your stuffs by the way. I have to take my prep myself everynight and everyday I would fill up the whole prep for breakfast too... So don't asked me to take the pots for you coz it's your stuff." Then she was quiet for few moment. Then I said, "Alright! How many pots you want?" "Two" she said. So I went down and get it for her. As soon as I gave it to her, she's asking me again to go down again to take shrimps for her. And I just walk to the cooler and she's followed me. That moment, the chef was there, and me and my big mouth said "Hey Melanie, I ain't your bitch! Get it yourself!" The chef said "Nice, no no.. You don't have to do it for her." Hahaha.. Told ya!
Oh ya! The reason I'm a bit cranky because I was tired. It's been a busy nights.. That's all...
Oh by the way, I think Melanie is a very fake person. She's kindda being nice to everyone, but start bitchy behind. Happened to me, even just 3 hours ago. Selika told me bout that she's been talking about me behind my back! FUCK YOU, BITCH!! I kindda noticed it before, when she's been nice to the chef, but bitching about him to me. Saying this and that... I just listen to it...
Anyway, a night before that, I cooked a lot of meat! Flank steaks! It's wonderfully marinated with my secret ingredients, with 12 herbs (pronounced it as 'erbs', that's how American say, I don't know where the hell is the 'H' gone to) and spices... It's delicious, it's yummy and it's full of flavor.. that's some people told me... And out of no where, there'e one BITCH came to me and asking, "Hey my friend..." As soon as she says that, I would know that she wants something... "Yes?" I said. "Can you fixed me some hot wings and fries?" she asked. "No" I said. "Why?" she asked me again. "No!" I told her, again. "Ok, you don't have to do it, I'll do it myself. Can I?" she asked me again. Then, "No!" I replied. "Why?" again she asked. I think she kindda retarded. "The reason is very simple, it's NO! I have a lot of meat here, why don't you eat the meat?" I told her. Then she walk off. But then, she complained to the overnight manager about it. And somehow, he called me and requested for the hot wings for her!! That's it!! She just turned on my thermostat. I did fried some for her, and by the time she came to get it, she said thanks, but i said " NOOO... Thank you very much. By the way, what's your name?" I took my pen, look at her nametag and jotted down her name on paper towel. Than I told her, "I'm gonna give your lovely name to the chef, ok..? I think he needs to know who the person that required special treat or think like a diva" I smirked whole time... Muahahaha...
Last two morning, Fred was off. So came this Melanie. I hate when she's working in the morning. She's always asking me what to do for her prep and most of the time I just ignored it or giving her some nasty look, and she will says it's ok, she doing herself. But that morning, it was a wrong moment for her. First, by the time she got in, she greeted me "Morning, bitch!" Then I smiled.. Then she start checking her stuffs... and asking me to do this and that. I would do it, if she were like being nice. Then I told her, "Listen to me, bitch. You have to get it yourself, it's your stuffs by the way. I have to take my prep myself everynight and everyday I would fill up the whole prep for breakfast too... So don't asked me to take the pots for you coz it's your stuff." Then she was quiet for few moment. Then I said, "Alright! How many pots you want?" "Two" she said. So I went down and get it for her. As soon as I gave it to her, she's asking me again to go down again to take shrimps for her. And I just walk to the cooler and she's followed me. That moment, the chef was there, and me and my big mouth said "Hey Melanie, I ain't your bitch! Get it yourself!" The chef said "Nice, no no.. You don't have to do it for her." Hahaha.. Told ya!
Oh ya! The reason I'm a bit cranky because I was tired. It's been a busy nights.. That's all...
Oh by the way, I think Melanie is a very fake person. She's kindda being nice to everyone, but start bitchy behind. Happened to me, even just 3 hours ago. Selika told me bout that she's been talking about me behind my back! FUCK YOU, BITCH!! I kindda noticed it before, when she's been nice to the chef, but bitching about him to me. Saying this and that... I just listen to it...
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