Kathie Says. . .

My dining room manager is indescribable.  Not only has she never waited a table in her life, but she should never in a million years be front of the house.  Her little tidbits of information, and meaningless advice drive me up a fucking wall!  She lives with the owner of the restaurant who happens to be gay.  This woman/thing gives new meaning to the term fag hag.  She has this enormous wart on the side of her nose, that I just cant help but stare at.  She has disgusting rotten teeth, you can just see the green haze escaping her mouth when she drones on   about the most boring shit (like the warren report, her countless hours in chat rooms,and of course anything sci-fi).

We were out of soup in the middle of a lunch rush, so I went to the cooler to fill up the soup tureen.  She is always on such a fucking power trip that she has to stop whatever she’s doing to ask what you’re doing…Not fun when you’re running your ass off.  I told her I was restocking the soup.  Her response was “oh no the rest of that soup is for tomorrow.”    But what if someone wants it now?  ”just tell them we’re out!”  WTF?  Why can’t we sell it now, when we know people want it?  ”It’s not you’re job to question…It’s your job to listen”  Good God I wanted to slam her up side of her head with the metal coffee carafe!

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