MERY! MERY IT HAS HAPPENED! THE TIME WE HAVE PREDICTED HAS COME! OMG MY HANDS ARE SHAKING FROM HOW MUCH I AM LAUGHING MY RIBS HURT AHAHAHA COFIE I LOVE YOU DEAREST AND YOU ARE THE BIGGEST SWEETHEART IN THE WORLD BUT OMG
Deepship and I are really good friends and we express our love by insulting the fuck out of each other and fuck I am laughing so hard right now omg because we always new someone would misinterpret and I can’t stop laughing MERY LOOK LOOK WHAT OUR FRIENDSHIP HAS DONE!
If we wipe and you've admitted you're not paying attention - and yer our tank? Run the fuck back with all of us. No, I won't rez you, and you can damn well bet my best friend - our healer - won't rez you either.
When I first started working in my restaurant three and a half years ago, I was the only woman in the kitchen. I was twenty years old and pretty timid and shy and quiet. I just wanted to work and get my paychecks and then buy whatever nonsense I felt like. I had never worked in a real kitchen before this job and I’m not exactly quick to make friends. So I was pretty nervous my first few days.
We had this guy working there at the time, Christoff, and he was kind of a douche, for lack of better words. He treated the waitstaff like dirt (especially the girls), blatantly seemed to blow off whatever our general manager at the time would say to him (she happened to also be female), and was pretty hard on me…all the time. Any little mistake I made, he was on my ass without warning. The thing was, if any of the guys made a similar, or even worse, mistake, he would say nothing. I thought this was a bit weird, but I thought maybe he was being so hard on me because I was new and his trainee.
Eventually, however, I’d kind of had enough of his crap. One day, he decided to start yelling at me that I was an idiot who didn’t know a damned thing and that if I’d just listen to him, then maybe I’d have a chance at that restaurant. But that I would never make it there and I’d quit before the month was over.
This was over forgetting to put baked potatoes in the oven on time, so they were about ten minutes late getting out. On one of our slowest starting days of the week.
He kept this up for a few minutes, just going on his tirade. The guys all seemed visibly uncomfortable with what was going on, but no one was really willing to say anything to him. He was up for the first cook position and the kitchen manager at the time seemed to like him, though he never saw Christoff flip out on anyone. (Douche this guy may have been, but a complete idiot, he wasn’t.)
I got tired of this pretty quickly. I may be shy, I may be timid, but there’s only so much I can take. And, you know, most people.
Looking up from my skillet that I was cleaning out, I said, “Christoff, maybe I would listen to you more often if you weren’t such a woman-hating cuntbag.” And then I smiled at him and went back to what I had been doing.
The line fell silent. And then giggles. These grown men started giggling and Christoff seemed to be very unsure as to how to handle this
He never did bother me after that and a few months later, he fell out of a tree and broke his arm. He never did come back after that.