mostly bitching about work

O MY GOD at least work went by fast
josephine left early so i had both rooms of tables, and i was like "at least i won't be bored, and i'll make mad tips!"
well the tips sucked and so did a lot of the patrons
like half the people brought in outside drinks, which i told them to hide and finish quickly, and inevitably they wouldn't and sofia would get pissed and go tell them off. then they would complain to me, and i'd say "well i told you." and they were like "yeah you did.". so that was less annoying and more just kind of funny
slumdog millionaire (i meant to write a post about it and religulous because i saw them the past two days. anyway it was obviously the best film of the year, it was fucking fantastic. of course the end is unrealistic, it's a story about true love triumphing over all! and of dev patel being like a perfect human being. and the bollywood dance at the end! what a spectacle. it deserved every damn award it got. and who the hell does dev patel look like??? have i just seen him on skins? no, i think he looks like someone i know, specifically his smile.) made me in the mood for indian guys (the random exception to my pale with longish brown hair rule), and then the guy who looks like mohinder suresh came in, but we didn't really talk because i was busy as shit
SHIT I FORGOT ABOUT MY DREAM! this was the dream to end all dreams... i was somewhere where people were mad at me, some kind of camp/college where i was on an adventure, and having to move, and guess who i was hooking up with?
ROBERT DOWNEY JR!
we had to hide from his wife, and i spent a good portion of the dream looking for him, but i don't care. that was the first time i've hooked up with RDJ in dreamland, so hopefully it will enter the realm of things i can make happen when i have lucid dreams (usually when i realize i'm dreaming i have sex with as many women as possible)
anyway, then at work this guy, nicely, was basically like "so! bun in the oven?" and i was like "no i'm not pregnant.". he felt bad and was very nice to me, but the damage was done (i even have lost a few pounds! jesus people are presumptuous! i would NEVER say something like that to someone unless they had a fucking basketball belly... even then i might not). i bitched about it to sofia and she was like "well i told you so put a sweater on". so that was helpful.
the rest of the time was ok until these drunk ass bitches came in, with a cup of alcohol. we made her throw it away (after finishing it obv), but man those girls were so obnoxious. i told them the kitchen was closing, did they have any last orders, and after being drunk and indecisive for like five minutes, they ordered bbq wings. they repeated like 5 times that they wanted bbq wings. BBQ!!!!!!! ok? they even tell sofia. i go back and MAKE SURE manuel (the cook, a truly solid guy, platinum) knows these are BARBECUE WINGS!
i drop off the pizza their boyfriends ordered (which later one of the guy accuses me of taking before he finished), and the less drunk girl goes "i didn't order no pizza!". i let her friends explain. i return with the other guy's pizza and the girl's BARBEQUE WINGS.
the kitchen has been closed and manuel and umberto (the dishwasher, a lazy lech) and i are cleaning up in back. i come back out front and the drunk girl is talking with sofia. "i ordered bbq wings! these are spicy!" my boss is getting pissed, all "can't you listen?" like she does any time anyone messes anything up, to me, and i say "i know it was bbq wings. i told manuel it was bbq wings" and she's like you need to explain it better to him (his first language is spanish, hers is polish. i think his english comprehension is about equal to or better than hers, he's a citizen and she's not), and i said "i know i explained it to him. i came back in to doublecheck he knew it was bbq." the drunk bitch keeps going "it ain't bbq it's spicy. taste it!" neither sofia nor i want to taste it. i go to the back, and say "manuel, remember when i said the wings should be barbeque?" and he said "yeah i made them barbeque" and i said "I KNOW!!! this bitch is just drunk and confused!". which i repeated to sofia as she entered the back room. she was good enough to handle it after that point because it was obvious that i was both pissed, and correct. drunk girl's friends all came up and were like "o well we didn't know it would be spicy. make them normal" which manuel graciously did. i went and sat behind the counter for a bit to cool down, then put some songs on the jukebox. i went over to the rude bitches' corner, and was like "how is it?" and one of the girls was like "it fucking sucks." so i just walked away. when i came back the dude said the thing about his pizza. i just left them alone after that, and i got to leave. they were still there. i fucking hate some patrons.
but the stalkery one who called me like 5 times a day didn't come, which was nice, and when i saw him at the mall (i ran out of the store, because i recognized him from behind. then i put on glasses!), i don't think he saw me.
hahahaha ok that was one long bitch session. maybe i should rename this blog "toby likes to bitch"
i wish the pulled muscle in my shoulder wouldn't hurt so much.
anyway i'm auditioning for THE SOUND OF MUSIC tomorrow, so wish me a broken leg!
and go look at my youtube shit, i have four videos up so far and maybe more by tomorrow. i'll sing my audition song for one before i leave as practice.