Most of people who have stuck around since the very beginning of my blogging adventure know that I work as a waitress for quite a long time now. And even though customers can be a pain and sometimes I use every single fibre in my body not to burst out in tears after yet another table being very difficult on a Saturday night I used to love my job.
As you all may already know apart from being a full-time art student I also work as a waitress at the local sushi place. I love my job, it’s way better than working at that last crappy place with a dickhead boss. I treat it more like hanging out with my friends rather than a job, which says a lot about the atmosphere at my work.
So yeah… As you may knoow or may not know – I quitted my previous job months ago now. It feels like forever, finally dropped my douchy boss and moved to a place which I actually like. I do miss being a barista, but on the other hand being a waitress is fun as well.
Bitching about my work is something that I do on daily bases. It’s not that bad, trust me, but sometimes I just don’t want to go there and see same people, ordering same things and try to talk to my boss when I’m not in the mood to talk to anyone about stuff. Especially when the ‘stuff’ is just shitting on everything that has ever existed.