Are these people fucking retarded?
Being a manager's VERY cool, but sometimes I just wanna SCREAM! Like now! Can you get on a fucking phone and ask what the house account number is without me? Can you make desserts for 5 people at a time and not panic? Can you PLEASE get the menus straight???
FUUUUCK.
It's nights like this I wanna resign. Honestly. My role? Fuck my role...I put out fires, THAT'S my fucking role. "Brian, we need ________."
That's all I'm good for. I'm at the beck and call of fucking imbicilist, babyish retarded fuckhole idiots.
And I know "imbicilist" isn't a word. Fuck you, bite me.
Being a manager's VERY cool, but sometimes I just wanna SCREAM! Like now! Can you get on a fucking phone and ask what the house account number is without me? Can you make desserts for 5 people at a time and not panic? Can you PLEASE get the menus straight???
FUUUUCK.
It's nights like this I wanna resign. Honestly. My role? Fuck my role...I put out fires, THAT'S my fucking role. "Brian, we need ________."
That's all I'm good for. I'm at the beck and call of fucking imbicilist, babyish retarded fuckhole idiots.
And I know "imbicilist" isn't a word. Fuck you, bite me.