The only person I wasn’t angry at by the end of the day was Toni’s boyfriend
What’s so hysterical about the whole ordeal is the fact all of this happened right in front of the man who hired me. He watched as I failed at understanding where I was on the screen after Siroan’s help. He even watched as I failed to provide them with enough meat and bread to get by the rush. He didn’t see that all the meat I was putting in kept coming out in shreds or in blood. He didn’t see the things that weren’t my fault. I was taken aback by the expression on his face. His thoughts were so subtle and yet so obvious. His eyes indicated I wasn’t as good as I should be after six months and I could feel him trying to not to say that to me for some reason.
It’s no wonder I work shitty hours. The only reason I probably even have my job is because of equal opportunity employment or diversity. That’s the only way that would explain why I haven’t been fired yet. Most of them still don’t understand why I can’t just “suck it up” and talk. If it was that easy, do you honestly think I would’ve wasted sixteen years of my life not doing just that? It’s almost laughable how some people have absolutely no empathy.
So, why aren't I laughing?
On a lighter note, I offered to dine my mother out to eat after work. She decided she wanted to have breakfast for dinner, so we went to Denny’s. She ordered sausage, hash browns, eggs, and pancakes and I forced down a pile of french fries and a Boca veggie burger while listening to 50's music. At least I made someone else’s day a little brighter.