Dude.....Everyone listens to you and your BS......nobody believes it. Over-inflated sense of self.
But please....continue to humor us all
Ut oh. I sense yet another barrage of red cards! lulz
Peace!
Dude.....Everyone listens to you and your BS......nobody believes it. Over-inflated sense of self.
But please....continue to humor us all
Ut oh. I sense yet another barrage of red cards! lulz
Peace!![]()
But please....continue to humor us all
Dude.....Everyone listens to you and your BS......nobody believes it. Over-inflated sense of self.
But please....continue to humor us all
I dig your stories about life and the ex-wife/girlfriend and love. I guess being the errand boy in a law office has it's benefits. You always make me laugh, rock on dude :0074
kneifl
I know. You come from an elitist place where it's only good to be a bumblebrag and a (shitty) tout
I suppose I could have just said "prick"
I have. Was a waiter in college at UK (3 years, helped pay school and expenses) at a place called Cork and Cleaver, and this particular Saturday I was waiter "1" meaning I had to be there at 4 to set up the salad bar, prep, etc. Well, this also happened to be Bear Bryants last game at Kentucky before retiring, and the frat had a crazy tailgate since early that morning. We were doing shots of schnapps and/or Makers everytime UK had to punt. Well, that was quite a few shots. Had to leave end of 3rd quarter which made me pissed, and I was literally drunk when I went to the restaurant, and I knew it. Bottom line, salad bar looked like shit, other "professional adult waiters/waitresses" knew it, and tried to cover for me somewhat. Impossible. Just a college kid having a college experience. Screwed up my first two orders so bad, they each asked the Manager if I was OK. I answered in front of he and the first table, "NO, I am actually drunk and don't want to be here, I want to be partying with my frat brothers back at the house. I mean, this was ALABAMA!!!! BEAR fucking BRYANT!!! LEGEND!!
So my boss said, just get out of here, you are fired. So I went back to the waiters station where the 6 meals I had screwed up were sitting , bagged them all up in 3 combined doggie bags (2 king crab orders, 3 steaks, order of shrimp and steak) and ran out the back door, and feasted with 3 brothers back at the house. And needless to say, partied all night with the crew. Classic. Irony of it all, my Manager called me that Monday, we spoke for a half hour, I profusely apologized, he actually laughed at this point, and told me they were still going to be short a waiter the next weekend and told me to come back then. No problem, away game, ...etc. and I ended up staying on as a waiter until graduating and getting a real job. True story.
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This job I currently have- In May for 3 days. Then almost again in October. Not sure when the next time might be. :shrug:
I've been trying for several internships the last few months. Should I be worried? :shrug:
I've been trying for several internships the last few months. Should I be worried? :shrug:
When my now former boss told me, I asked why in the hell did he tell me I was let go when I was on vacation, the jackass said he didn't want me to find out 'through channels." I should have billed the bastards for my green fees that day because I freaking shot 107 and I'm a five handicap golfer.
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