So I work at a bistro/fine dining restaurant in the heart of Yellow Springs, Ohio, called the
Winds Cafe. Dave Chappelle is a regular, if I can stroke myself while saying that.
The Winds is the heart and soul of Yellow Springs. We buy all our fruits and vegetables from local organic farmers. We have the only noteworthy wine store in a 30 mile radius. Our well liquors are considered top-shelf at every other restaurant.
We gotta wear starched white button-down shirts, black slacks, those aprons that reach your ankles...
Every month it's a brand new lunch, dinner, wine, and cheese menu. We're tested on these. Hardcore. We schedule tastings, but we get mere morsels. No where near enough to effectively B.S. a table.
Anyway, I do everything there. I bartend, I host, I serve, and, if need be, I roll up my sleeves and bus.
The employees are all amazing people. Each one is an individual Einstein. We have as many female cooks as we do male cooks. Our serving staff is extremely varied. Everyone is a genius in
something. It's the kind of place you'd be proud to work at.
And in comes this
bitch. A complete, total,
bitch, the likes of which Flo has never known. This girl complains about everyone and everything in sight. Nothing makes her happy. She is rotten to the core, filled with hate, and all she can do is bitch, bitch, bitch. She's the girlfriend of an awesome server, a guy I think highly of. And because of this I'm tied. Yes, I know you all should say fuck it, call the girl out. But if she was one of your best friend's girls, would you really...?
This bitch is a hornet's nest. She spreads her bitchiness to everyone like a smoothly-crafted peanut butter. There I times I just want to throttle her neck and say, "Shut the fuck up! It ain't that bad! SHUT UP!"
Argh!