hi guys nice to be on a nice msg board...i hate indianoplace. i just got cussed out and reemed on a local msg board just cuz im going to several events and local band called me fat, glad to not see me and they have problems with me as a promoter...cuz i wont be at their set.
god i hate this town
but the sun is shining and it's friday
fuck those jerks. having enormous jabubblies (
) doesn't equal "fat". that shit pisses me off. i quit my job at the fish house years ago (the restaurant that we went to last crappitystock) because a friend of mine who was waiting for a table overheard the "head hostess" (who i hated, and she knew it) refer to (my) kim as "pat's fat ass girlfriend". (i guess because she's not a size 2 with no boobs, she's fat in some people's eyes.) loud enough that the other 50 people waiting for a table heard it too. he came and told me. obviously i was pissed so i confronted her. one of the manager's was standing there so i was careful with my words and tone. a few minutes later, i get called back to the office and get chewed out for "cussing out the hostess".
me: who said i cussed out a hostess?
manager1: crissy (bitch hostess)
me: i didn't cuss her out. didn't even raise my voice. just told her to mind her own business and to please not talk about me or my girlfriend in a derogatory way, especially if it's loud enough that our customers feel obligated to tell me about it. JP (manager2) was right there. (looking at JP) did i cuss or raise my voice?
JP: i'm not getting in the middle of it.
manager1: it doesn't matter. you had no right to confront the hostess.
me: NO RIGHT? DID YOU HEAR WHAT SHE SAID? I would have been out of line NOT to confront her!
manager1: well i don't think she would lie to me. that's not what she said happened.
me: and you think i would? you know what? FUCK YOU. you weren't there, yet you're taking her side. (looking at JP) you WERE there, and don't have the sack to tell the truth. here's my money, here's my closed checks. here's the orders that people are waiting on right now. tables 16, 17 and 18 belong to you. hope you're not too busy.
manager1: WHAT? no wait. maybe there's a misunderstanding. hold on a minute. i'll get crissy.
me: no need. there's no misunderstanding. i quit. fuck you people.
then i walked out.
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