neon

sometimes i want to punch my customers in the face as i'm saying "have a great day/evening". i just picture it in my head as they put the measly 15cents in their pocket instead of in my tip cup. especialy if it takes me a while to make their drink. and i know these fuckers can afford to leave me a tip since i work in the snottiest neighborhood in richmond where all the people that come in are disgustingly rich. and my least favorite are the bratty private school girls that come in and they all want milkshakes and they're extremely loud and make a giant mess and neverevereverever leave a tip from the daily 20 bucks that their mommy annd daddy give them.

i think that my boss is plotting to fire me. i think i'll beat him to it and give my two weeks notice.