On the way in to work, I saw a nasty car accident. I noticed one of the drivers was pregnant and had a child in the back. So after calling 911 for the police and ambulance, I got out and checked her and her daughter. (I am CPR and First Aid cert.) I stayed with them til the police got there. The kid was fine but scared. The mom seemed fine, but adrenaline can mask things and being she was pg. Once I got to work, I kept thinking about them hoping all was OK. I didn't know them so I didn't have to stop - but how could I not stop...
So into work I go and there she was.... AGAIN... The Evil One. She has been around a lot lately. She started off by telling me off for not wiping down the tables the night before, which BTW, I only did about 7 times before leaving. AND... for not putting the salts and peppers on the table correctly. ???? I guess I am not as smart as I think I am??? But, I ate crow and said sorry. I always say, "Pick and choose your battles..."
Needless to say, once again, it was walk on egg shells cause the woman takes issue with everything. It is like you are fucked no matter what you do. Granted, she is evil to everyone - but apparently she has a extra special hatred just for me. (Maybe strong confident women scare her?) The icing on the cake, was when I stayed 30 mins after I was off the clock and no longer making dollars, to help another server who was in the weeds. She snatched a drink out of my hand and yelled at me to leave. Bad Wendy. Bad Wendy. How dare I stay and help! I swear one of my regular's jaw just about hit the floor.
I do believe what comes around goes around. I just hope I am there to see when she is beaten down by a horde of wild bulls blazing thru Blairstown. Good money or not - I may just have to tell her where to shove it and then refine our monthly budget... we don't really need to eat, right? LOL.
