Most people at work are fine.
Cept one, who I snapped at yesterday.
You work for the club. There are lots of different areas in the club to work, and some are harder and less fun than others. You do your time in all of them, everyone else has to as well.
Stop whinging about working on the table-clearing side. The boss had to tell me to take over YOUR fucking cleaning because you couldn't do it fast enough. Then you had the hide to complain about working there all night, when you were working so damn slowly it could hardly be called work at all. ANDDD then you'd run off to the bar at any given chance, to try and offload the table clearing onto me. You lazy cunt.
You're being paid to work. Sometimes you have to work HARD. So you shut up and you WORK. I do not appreciate having to work twice as hard to pick up your slack. I do not appreciate watching you drop everything to chat to every person that walks into back of house. Talk and work at the same time, I shouldn't have to keep reminding you.
Fuck. I can't wait til you go on leave, and I hope you don't come back.