Hey shitlords and shitladies!
I'm finishing up these last few weeks before returning to school, working in a bar I've talked about on here a couple of times before. This bar WAS a great place to work. The reason I use the past tense here is because, tragically, hams became involved.
Don't get me wrong, the waiters and bartenders are great. We're young, decent-looking, and although I'm the most open with my shitlording, the others aren't toooooo far behind. However, the bar is preparing for a huge influx of customers due to term resuming, so my manager (ripped, cool guy, makes fun of fat old people) hired an assistant manager from another bar in our chain about a half hour away. There was a mix up of which AM (assistant manager) would be coming, sadly, which is how we got this fucking whale.
5'6", 210 pounds (she fucking told one of the bartenders her weight in an attempt to flirt, what the ACTUAL FUCK). Shitty tattoos, sunken-in face. An absolute bitch.
Yesterday, I was finishing up my shift, cashing out my final tables, and wiping down my section before I planned on leaving. This beast comes over and starts making comments on how I'm resetting the tables. Now, I've worked here longer than she has, but, because she's technically my boss, I ask, "Oh, like this?" as I rearrange a table.
"Just set it down. It's not that fucking hard!" she snaps.
Something in me snapped. Having a ham as a boss wasn't fun at all, but she'd never been that outright rude before. I figured, might as well go out big (teeeeeeeheeeeee) because I'm headed back to school soon and had already put in 2 weeks notice (one week ago).
So I replied, "Hey, how about you climb down out of my ass and onto a fucking treadmill."
Then I took my money and walked out.
My boss just texted me, that "we need to have a chat."
Keep y'all updated.