Sarcasm Saturday Week 10

I have one word for you: unbelievable. And I use that word lightly because I would rather use something far more foul, even though I hardly swear. The people closest to me can attest to that. However, to keep this site friendly, I won't say the many words swirling around my head.

Last night at my regular shift at the restaurant, I had very pleasant guests, probably because we weren't busy and I had a total of eight tables. However, a notoriously obnoxious crew mate did his best to grind my gears. I am going to call him Tom.

And to give further background on Tom, I will tell you that he is 50-years-old, divorced, as wide as a refrigerator, and loud as can be. Oh and a side note, he has a sugar mama. Now, when I say sugar mama, I mean sugar mama! He is always bragging about how his girl gave him $2,000 here and there or bought him some insanely expensive diamond watch.

To top it off, he walks around like he's big. Have you ever seen those guys that like to walk with their arms far out to the sides to mimic a strong stature? Well, that's him. He moves around like that all throughout the restaurant and just plows through the kitchen like a bus and we get knocked around. I'd like to knock him right out the door.

Last night, I was in charge of re-stocking the glasses, which was terrible only because I had a damn sofa pushing its way right through me. And at one point of the night, Tom walked a mile an hour in front of me so that I had to carry the glasses longer. Nice! What a jerk, I cannot stand people like him. This man has been fired on and off, but he weasels his way back in.

It's sad to say, but my restaurant is a boy's restaurant. Meaning, the boys can get away with a lot before anything happens to them. On the other hand, if a girl messes up, she usually gets one strike if she's lucky and then she's outta there!

I do have one nice thing to say on a Sarcasm Saturday, and that is...I don't work tonight! I managed to get the night off last minute so I could attend a film festival for the newspaper I work at. I will be going to a screening of "That Evening Sun." I met and interviewed one of the executive producers and could not describe how excited I am to be invited for the event tonight.

Don't be jealous. I will share all my V.I.P. party stories tomorrow and let you know how the screening went.

I'm off to the V.I.P. lounge. What a life, huh?

More fine things to come...

- Farah