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Friday, January 29, 2010

.::Enough.::.

Have had enough dealing with retarded people in one day.
always complain he hates people,
rather do other stuffs like mopping the floor.
but when it comes to it today,
a few physical work and his ankles hurt
this that this that.
However, that is not the highlight of the day.
It is when I accidentally got some sauce on his shoes because he is too near and he asked me to clean it.
who the fuck does he thinks he is?
I said just wipe it with the friggin paper towel.
but no.
he decided to wipe his shoes with a table cloth,
shoe polishing way.
what.
the.
fuck.
of course he doesn't care.
He only works what, few hours a week,
how likely is the chance that he'll eat at a table that the cloth was used to wipe it?
or the basket that the cloth is used to wipe it?
or cutlery?
for fuck sake.
just like his retarded dad.
just take whatever is in sight to wipe stuffs,
be it the toilet or the floor,
not thinking twice that we used this cloth to wipe tables, cutlery, and other things that are supposed to be clean.
so that's one thing.
then it comes to night time when his retarded dad is working.
insisted to pick up his boat despite being a Saturday.
came back around 6.30pm.
proceed to cut fish.
Don't give a damn fuck how busy we are outside.
then reheated a pie to eat.
drinking his coffee, making that smacking noise with his lips with every fucking sip.
oblivious to how busy we are outside.
ok, maybe not that oblivious because he is sitting, and facing outside.
it's your fucking fault for missing your fucking lunch time because it took you 90 minutes to pick up a damn boat at a place which is 2 minutes drive from home.
but fine.
until Vincent went inside the kitchen where he is,
to put cups and cutlery to wash,
for some fucking reason,
he stopped him,
and have some sort of conversation with him.
what the bloody hell.
There was 2 orders already ready,
3 orders waiting to be cooked,
and Helen was still serving a few lining up customers.
So I went, screw this shit.
I'm going to cook the orders.
if you don't give a shit the food's gonna get cold due to lack of people working outside,
then, neither do I.
fucking retards.
it's bad enough you don't help,
don't make other people unable to help as well.
pisses me off.

-Same Damn Thing; Just A Different Day-
9:45 PM~*