Oh. My. God. I'm gonna give you guys a warning, this is gonna be a highly explicit post. You cannot believe how mad I am right now. If there is one thing I hate the most, it's confrontation. For some reason, I cannot handle confrontation, which is why I made this. It's kinda where I vent and let things out. Well, get ready for a motherfucking explosion.
So, I got to work tonight. It's a friday night, so I'll be delivering food and working the desk. Mostly working the desk because our snack bad hasn't been busy at all lately. The desk doesn't usually make tips. Some people put down a tip if they pay with a credit card, but it doesn't really happen. For some reason, the open bowlers were tipping tonight. We had quite a few desk tips. The managers can't take tips, so I usually get them. I'm, like, pumped because I never make tips cause most of the time I'm behind the desk, and like I said, the desk ususally doesn't make tips. When you have a tip on a credit card, you have to tip-edit it, and take the cash out of the drawer. We are slammed, like hour and a half wait slammed. So all of the tips the desk was making, were being put to the side so that I could do them when we were slow.
About half way through our busy spell, I hear a lane server talking about how she wasn't making any tips and how it was a bad night and blah blah blah. One of the shift leaders was like "oh, we have plenty of tips at the desk." The lane server was like "Can I have them?" Hell fucking no, you cannot have them. Those are my tips. Like, pipe the fuck down. The shift leader was like "You'll have to split them with Hayley." HELL NO. THESE ARE MY DAMN TIPS. So I keep working, going through the rush. Towards the end of the rush, I go to get something to drink. I come back, and the tip-edits are done. I got a third of the desk tips. ONE THIRD.
Like, what the fuck man. I worked my ass off for those desk tips. I rang people in, put people on lanes, gave people shoes, answered the phone, answered the phone that calls down to the lanes, put up bumpers, put down bumpers, cleaned up spills, got balls that were stuck, put on music, and helped people put in their names. Some of those things at one time. AND I GOT ONE THIRD OF THE FUCKING DESK TIPS?!
The snack bar got one third of the tips. This is understandable. They do a lot of stuff for us. They did pizza bowls and fun packs and all that stuff. They deserved the one third. The last third of the desk tips went to that lane server. THE DESK HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE DAMN BAR. Lane servers make their own damn tips. She did shit. She didn't even deliver food or anything. This bitch gets a third of my tips because she had a "bad night." Like how the fuck do we know if she even had a shitty night?! She could have had $100 in her pocket and we would have no damn clue. None.
I was pissed. I went behind the snack bar for something and one of the people working it tonight was like, "What's wrong?" So I explained the situation and he was like, "What the fuck? That's not fair." No kidding. I was sosososososo mad. If she even said something to me about her night at that point, I would have roundhouse kicked her in the face. Or kicked her in the shin or something. I was piiiiissssssed. I'm still pissed. guregjwrkrejfbcjljgvdrjkns. Fuck. Well, that's the end of my story. Have a fan-fucking-tastic night.
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