My uncle was a diabetic, but he had diabetes too

One of my more brillian Nileisms muttered when my brain wasn't even at half mast. Joe's teased me so mercilessly about it and can't remember what the hell I was trying to say.


But on to more important things -- I HATE MY JOB. I can't take it anymore. There are about 4 servers there who really run the restaurant. Not the managers, these servers. Prime example was last night. There was someone there who wanted pick up, and at first I didn't want to go home but the longer I was there I got more and more upset and changed my mind. So I asked the manager if the guy could close for me. The other closer (one of these people) threw a hissy saying she didn't want to close with him and why didn't I ask someone else to close and he could still work and how dare I do this to her and finally I told the manager I was leaving, period. I didn't care who they found to close, but she was the boss and she's made a decision and I was out of there.

I was about to cry I was so fed up with that place. I spoke to one of my buddies before I left and she said she felt the same way about the whole situation.

I just want a new job.