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Most of you know that Joe and I are pretty easy going, non-violent, non shit starting people. The less drama the better. Today I almost got violent.
The dishwasher called out, so the manager asked Joe to do his job for a little while, and if it wasn't busy to switch to washing dishes. He had his little system all setup for stacking dishes that apparently the supreme bitch didn't like, so she kept putting her dishes in the wrong places just to piss him off. Joe called her out on it and she kept calling him lazy. Like yelling across the kitchen at him. So finally he told her he was sick of her goddamn mouth and she needed to stop it.
Then she called him a fat ass.
I was a heartbeat away from pulling that bitch's weave out and slicing her up with a steak knife. No one, and I mean NO ONE calls my man a fat ass while I'm in the room and lives. I almost called her a fucking c**t. My neck swelled up like it did during my student teaching.
Thankfully the manager (who I love and adore) ran up and stopped it. While Joe was back slinging mashed potatoes, she kept running her mouth to the cooks (who are all on friendly terms with Joe) who promptly informed her that since she gave him shit he was entitled to fling it back.
She got written up for the second time that day (couldn't find out what the first one was about, damn it) and the rumor mill has it that she and her little posse are on their way out. I'll believe it when it happens, but at least there's hope, you know?
The dishwasher called out, so the manager asked Joe to do his job for a little while, and if it wasn't busy to switch to washing dishes. He had his little system all setup for stacking dishes that apparently the supreme bitch didn't like, so she kept putting her dishes in the wrong places just to piss him off. Joe called her out on it and she kept calling him lazy. Like yelling across the kitchen at him. So finally he told her he was sick of her goddamn mouth and she needed to stop it.
Then she called him a fat ass.
I was a heartbeat away from pulling that bitch's weave out and slicing her up with a steak knife. No one, and I mean NO ONE calls my man a fat ass while I'm in the room and lives. I almost called her a fucking c**t. My neck swelled up like it did during my student teaching.
Thankfully the manager (who I love and adore) ran up and stopped it. While Joe was back slinging mashed potatoes, she kept running her mouth to the cooks (who are all on friendly terms with Joe) who promptly informed her that since she gave him shit he was entitled to fling it back.
She got written up for the second time that day (couldn't find out what the first one was about, damn it) and the rumor mill has it that she and her little posse are on their way out. I'll believe it when it happens, but at least there's hope, you know?
