Whingeaplooza

Anyone who knows me, knows that I love having a clean house. Right now, my place is disgusting, which tells you either I’m miserable, or exhausted. Right this second, I’m both.

My work hours are ridiculous, I come home to shower and sleep, and that’s it. Work is even more crazy cos it’s Christmas time, and that means functions galore. I used to tell everyone that I loved working functions, because everyone there is having a great time- free food, free booze, it’s all happy happy happy. I also used to find pulling beers endlessly relaxing. I take it ALL back. Functions are bastards, full of gross drunk people wanting to know how far they can push the tab, and could they please have 10 shots of tequila or whatever will get them pissed fastest please?, and could I please do some creative accounting and slip them in as a beer instead?? Organising functions are also a bitch. I’ve spent the last month fielding a barrage of phone calls and emails about every dumb thing, even though they love to change it all up and decide they want something altogether different 10 minutes before everyone’s due to arrive.

I blame part of my depression on the first function of the season which was heaps of fun. Lovely people with clear, do-able demands and early payment (whoo hoo, no badgering of the drunk PA for their credit card please). On the night they were all pleasantly tipsy, in that really entertaining way. Plus I got to spend the last 10 minutes playing air tennis with a balloon with the last guests. It was awesome. Meanwhile, the rest of the functions have mostly degenerated into “ok, ok, guys [stumble] we’re going… we’re all going to this strip club…”. You know the night has taken a bad turn when the logical next step is a “gentleman’s club”.

I would perhaps not be feeling so uncharitable if I got home without any trouble for the last couple of nights. Had a function last night and tonight, so I finished work extra late. Only like a dumbass, last night I forgot trying to get a cab on a Friday night wasn’t the best idea without planning. After much effort and no cab, I managed to get the very last bus that was in no way convenient, cos it stops 4 very large blocks away from my apartment. Have you ever stood up after you’ve rested very swollen feet? It is excruciating. Excruciating, I tells you. For the first block I almost cried, until I sucked it up and decided it was a lovely time to stroll (it wasn’t, but self delusion is sometimes quite productive).

Then tonight, one of my wait staff had the temerity to act like a little bitch ordering around the other waiters/waitresses to do his work, and complained about how he had a headache from working last night’s do, and proceeded to sulk all night after I told him to piss off downstairs. I, didn’t get a chance to sit for almost 12 hours yesterday. If I can do that, he can do his stupid, infinitely less stressful job without being a dick. I am definitely cutting that dude’s hours. He’s really starting to get on my, and everyone else’s nerves. He even had the cajones to tell me tonight after we were being friendly again that he’s always enjoyed working at other places, but he’s not enjoying his job now. Dude, I’m your BOSS, dumbass. That’s not something you tell your boss (to his credit, he has been working the same job for over a year, he’s fatigued, I get it). And THEN, when I told him his shifts for next week, he complained that he wasn’t getting enough hours. Make up your mind you shit.

So. I probably wouldn’t have whinged here at all, except- to make it all just crap- I ended the night on a high note. I was grateful that the function went well and everyone left in a good mood, and that I GOT TO GO HOME. I walked to the nearest hotel to make the cab getting process easier, and I got one as soon as I arrived. I was happy, I was exhausted and HAPPY. But no, I had to get creepy cab driver. One who kept on brushing his hand against my leg, and then who went a completely different way than I told him, and completely ignoring my instructions by going “I know, I know, you told me”. If you know, why didn’t you do it? Did you just want more time to be creepy and brush my leg?? Luckily my boss called me to check if I’d managed to catch a cab, and I made a big show of telling my boss, “YES, I’M IN A CAB NOW. MY BOYFRIEND IS WAITING UP FOR ME AT HOME, I’LL BE FINE. SHOULD I CALL YOU WHEN I GET IN? Then the stupid bastard deliberately cleared the cab fare before I could get a look at it- and claimed “It was about 18 dollars, 16, 17 dollars, you know”- and then blatantly lied about not having any coins (they were clearly visible) so I paid 20 for a cab fare that I know only costs me $15 bucks at MOST because he creeped me out so much I didn’t want to argue, and I just wanted to get out. Don’t know why, but that cab encounter upset me the most. I think it was because I was so happy and relieved to have my week over (I have a function tomorrow night, but it will be quite easy), and HAPPY to get a cab so quickly, and this creepy disgusting dude shitted all over my happy mood. Damn it, I should have written down his cab driver number and complained about him. Damn it.

On the plus side, am in a much better mood now that I’ve complained. Blogs are lovely and cathartic.

Fin

Tags: Creepy cab drivers