I said that last night, and I got a whole roomful of responses: "Yeah, the one we had yesterday sucked all right." "You're the only good waitress there."

Well, maybe. But that's not even what I'm talking about. To be perfectly honest, I'm not really that interested in the sort of service my coworkers are giving. I'm pissed off because they're all being immature and refusing to work the night shifts.

Maggie has diabetes. She really only wants to work no more than 5 hours at a time. But if she has to, she'll work longer. It has to be the morning shifts, though, or she'll quit. She has kids, and she wants to be home at night with them.

Deb found out about Maggie's five hour thing, and said she would quit if she ever got more than a four hour shift. She'd really rather work days, because she has kids too.

Nina decided it's not fair that she's been working all nights, so from now on, she's only gonna work days too, or she'll quit. She also has kids.

There aren't that many day shifts. Besides, I want them.

I don't really have a good reason to work days, except that it's in every way, a better shift. There's more money involved. It's done at 4. I have senority over all three of them put together. But I don't have any kids, and I have yet to threaten to quit over this.

I should. I should ask Nick to think seriously about who on his staff he can really afford to lose, and who he can't. I am the best damn waitress the world has ever seen. I'm friendly, I'm accurate, and I'm fast. I'm disciplined, I'm organized, I always have a pen.

I'm also a wuss. I don't want to make a scene. I prefer to let stuff like this fester inside me for months and months and months. I'm funny that way.

I'm going to make a joke now: I've been looking for a new job. By that I mean, about once a week, I look at the classifieds, and decide I still really don't want to work in an office or a factory, and there are no cool jobs listed today.

I like my job. I really do. I like the fast pace, and the casual atmosphere, and the tips, and the free coffee, and the tips, and most of the regulars, and the tips. Did I mention the tips? I made almost $100 in 7 hours today. That's a really good feeling. I know I'm really fucking good at this. (Maybe...too good. Maybe it's actually kinda pathetic that I've found the one thing I can do, and it's waiting tables. But that's an entirely new rant.) And I like doing it. But all my coworkers suck.

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