/ck/ - Food & Cooking

I wake up feeling sick knowing I have to serve the public for 8 hours a day. Most people that pass through my line are alright, but there are always, and I mean always venomous creatures that have no sense of anything beyond themselves, people who live up in their heads and rationalize acting unkind and obnoxious to the whipping boy behind the counter. I just don't care if you're in a bad mood because you son turned into a fag, I don't care that your spouse passed, act like a decent human. I'm held up at gunpoint by the economy and I feel warm and itchy in my stupid monkey suit, please for the love of god, try to sympathize with me.

Baby boomers and 30 year old women are the worst offenders, Every boomer leans on the service bell while its obvious I've been abandoned to work the entire operation by myself. I get so many stink eyes from old people. fuck them, I don't care if you die on your way to take a shit, get out of my life. And Boomers who complain about the quality or portion sizes, as if I can revise the business at the snap of my cock, as if I don't have a dickhead manager that only slinks out of the backroom to tell me what I'm not doing good enough. Juggling 4 people as the line builds really drives home the point that you can't make everyone happy. As for the case of 30 year old women, They've been conditioned to have been waited on their entire lives, so I guess me not twisting my ball sack makes their pussy blow smoke, and of coarse they always storm off like I just fucked their dad in the ass or some shit. aw fuck.