There's nothing but shit in food service

I will generally stay out of people's way. Sometimes, I've been told, this makes me come off as a snob. But honestly I'm usually too afraid of fumbling a social interaction when I'm not sure how to handle it, and I'd rather appear a snob than a fool. So usually the only time I won't follow this rule is when I feel strongly that a wrong or an unfairness is being committed against me. Then I can't keep my goddamn mouth shut. Long story short, I told another server he was heartless. Business was slow all day, money was scarce, sidework was still plentiful, and tensions were high because of it. I can understand all of this. But what I can't understand is when I've been at a place more than a month, and there are still surprises on what's supposed to get done at the end of the night. When every night it's different, but if somebody tells you with enough authority you have to listen to it, even if it's something petty, the very SAME petty thing that I got yelled at for asking someone to do yesterday instead of just shutting up and doing it myself. When it's midnight and I have $40 in my pocket total and I thought I was on my way out the door. Anyway, he didn't take the heartless comment well, then made me feel bad by explaining to me as if I were a child exactly why I was wrong, which flipped me upside down and made me crazy, because for once I thought I was understanding him and where he was coming from, but no. Then he basically threatened to tell the managers on me. And I realized if that happens, I won't have a friend in the world at that restaurant. My stay-out-of-everyone's way mentality has worked thus far in keeping me alive but it's also meant nobody really knows me that well or trusts me, certainly not well enough to even consider my word over his. And if I get another "team player" lecture,GAG, I do just as much for that restaurant as anyone, it'll take every spark of my energy to keep from walking out right then.

I overheard one of the busers today saying he wanted to get a tattoo on his back...of Zucca...with toilet paper trailing down because it shits all over him.