Here's why

I was the opener for dinner which means I get there an hour before everyone else and relieve the lunch closer. I had four tables, one of which were the biggest bunch of assholes I've ever had the pleasure of waiting on, very demanding, a new request every time I came to the table with their previous request, making up their own drinks (dude, margarita mixed with strawberry, blue curacao and swirled with pina colada? BARF!), special requests on everything, you know the type. 8% tip, fucking assholes.

Baby Manager (hereafter referred to as BM), kitchen manager, and head server were sitting in the dining room as well. One of my tables had a small kid, and we were out of lids for our kid cups. Who the hell runs out of lids on father's day?? Surely there won't hardly be any kids on father's day, right? Ugh. So anyway, of course the kid spilled his drink while I was running my ass off for the table of jerkoffs.

Did BM, kitchen manager or head server do anything? Nope, none of them got up off their asses. Just sat and watched it. The customers moved themselves to another booth before I even saw what happened. When I asked kitchen manager where the mop bucket was so I could clean it up (since no one else was), he finally asked BM to do it. BM doesn't like to do anything so he wasn't happy about that. He was also irritated with me because I had asked him if he was going to make more house dressing (we were completely out). BM thinks he's above it all and we should all bow down and defer to his greatness. How dare we lowly servers suggest that we need something only he can provide?!

The night progresses. I have the busiest section plus I'm taking tables in the pickup section. Other servers do things that piss me off like moving one of their tables to my booth because the table was wobbly. Then when I am slammed and get sat again I asked the guy whose section was on the patio (which was empty - he had nothing to do) if he could please pick it up for me. He said sure, then glanced into the dining room and said, "Oh, never mind. I've had them before, and they're bitches." Ice is empty and I ask the closest server standing around with his thumb up his ass if he could refill it, only to hear "That isn't MY sidework." Kitchen was pissing me off, fucking orders up left and right, and of course the Queen Bitch cook (who was expediting) was arguing with me about it because she is NEVER wrong.

Ok, so there is a rule at our place that no one is allowed to take a smoke break till 8:00. There seems to be no reason for this rule, it's just How We've Always Done It, and it's strictly enforced. Also only one person can go at a time. So 8:00 comes and I ask BM if I can go. He says "No." I said, "Really? Why not?" He said, "Because I said so, now do your job!" WTF? Ok, that was the straw that broke the camel's back after the shift I'd had. I told him to just check me out because I was done. He wouldn't even do that. He told me to go ask head server to do it.

So I did, and he followed me. She, of course, asked me what happened, and I told her that I wasn't going to be treated like a child when I have more years of experience than BM has out of kindergarten. He interjected at this point and said, "There was already someone out there. You just had to wait your turn," as if he was perfectly fucking reasonable. I reminded him that he said nothing about that, and if he had, I would have been cool with it. Did my checkout and left.

Called my bestie on the way home and she and another good friend met me at a bar, where I proceeded to get fucked up.

I'm honestly expecting a call from the real FOH manager today. She's really shorthanded and I'm one of the few non-dumbfuck servers she has. I will not work another Sunday with BM as the closing manager if I do go back, so help me FSM.