I feel like a chipmunk right now.
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My right cheek and jaw are swollen right now due to what I believe is an abscessed tooth. It hurts. It hurts really bad. It hurts bad and there’s not any weekend or 24 hour dentists that I’ve found. I’m taking penicillin and pain medicine. Neither are having much of an effect and I’m hurting. I look like Alvin storing up for winter…
I was hurting at work tonight too, yet somehow I managed to stay in a relatively decent mood.
Then the ranch nazi’s came in, and I could have sworn that clones of Springs1 were coming in to make my life a living Hell. Table of rednecks. Kids burgers for both kids. 3 sides of “rainch” for each of the kids burgers. 3 sides of “rainch” for each order of chicken strips. The caesar salad? A whopping 5 sides of ranch. I got sick of running to the kitchen, especially since they ordered each side ONE AT A TIME!
I had a table of little emo kids too. Whiny, three of them looking like they were going to slit their wrists with the steak knives on the table, drinking water and coffee. They were taking turns reciting poems. I was forced to hear one of them by a guy who ordered pasta and tried to get a drink with an id that was expired. Sorry kid, no can do.
This poem was so dark and disturbing, about being in such pain and agony and how people didn’t understand his life, and how the blood in his veins ran cold as ice…I wanted so badly to tell this kid to stop whining. He just turned 21 and his life was just Hell. I got to hear about his job, where he makes good money doing tech support for some place or other. I just don’t understand why people with good jobs and friends and family are so fucking miserable.
The table also grew from 3 people to like 12, with a grand total of 2 of them that ordered. One of them ordered from the kid menu, she was 26.
Later in the night, I had a ghetto party. All women and their little girls. Little girls with those ugly as sin hairbands with the big balls on them. Hair done in a “triple horn” fashion on all the little girls. You’ve all seen it, where there’s one big thick horn hanging over their forehead in midair, and one to the back right, and one off in the corner somewhere. No more than 3 horns on any of them. I gave the girls free game credits to get them out of the ladies hair, because the ladies didn’t want to pay for the kids to play. I had the ladies laughing, having fun. The oldest one was having a great time. She’s also the only one who tipped. 140 bucks total between 3 checks. Total tip, 8.25. 8 from the older woman, on her 30 dollars. A quarter from the other 110 bucks.
Then we have the last call ghetto bitches that I’ve served before that decided to sit in my section again. These bitches never tip, and I’ve just stopped being overly nice, and I’m now cordial at best.
“Hey there ladies, how are you?”
“You need ta come back, we ain’ ready yet.” Says Aquanetta
“Well, just to let you all know, they’ll be giving last call in about 5 minutes so I have to get your orders in soon before the kitchen and bars close.”
“Why is you tryin to rush us fah?” Gena-talia asks.
“I’m sorry if it seems rude, but if I don’t get your orders in the next couple of minutes, you don’t get anything because I can’t ring it in.”
“Brang some waddah and a bow uh lamon den, damn.” Aquanetta always gets the same thing.
“Right away.” I get their ghettoade and come back to the table.
“Have you all decided?”
“We still got mo’ people comin so ya’ll gon’ haff ta wait.” Last call comes over the speaker.
“No choice ladies, if you don’t order right now you get nothing.”
“Ya’ll ain’ gon’ let us wait fo da rest of ouah pahty ta ordah?” Honeeta asks, faux gold flashing.
“We close in 45 minutes, the kitchen closes in 5. Order now or you’ll have to go elsewhere.”
“Dat’s bullshit! My momma know da managah, ya’ll bettah wait fo ouah pahty, day gon’ be heah in about 10 minute.”
“What’s the managers name?” No answer. “Look ladies, if you want to eat, then order. If not, then have a good night.”
2 of the 4 ended up ordering, and I got it in at the last minute. It’s not as if I got any money from the bitches though, not surprising in the least. I hate them, they do this shit all the time, every Friday night. They come in reeking of weed, wearing sunglasses, and expecting me to get their food at the last minute and keep the kitchen open for an extra 10 minutes.
I’m sorry, but if you come in at the last minute, for weeks at a time, and don’t tip, I’m not going to do you any fucking favors. I was nice to these bitches the first two times they came in and stiffed me. I gratted them the third time because they had a party of 9. I stopped caring about them the 4th time. Last night was about the 20th time I’ve had to deal with them, and I just want them to leave and not come back.
No word on if it’s me or Ms. B that’s getting the bar job, hopefully I’ll find out today but it’ll probably be monday. As much as I’d like to get it, I just have a feeling that Ms. B is the one who’s going to get it. I’ll be happy for her if she does, but I won’t apply for it again. Getting shafted twice, after being with the company for a year and 5 months is too much, and if I don’t move up soon, the company will likely lose me, or at least only have me for 2 days a week. I can’t stay a cocktail server there forever, I need more. If it’s not in a leadership position where I can make a difference, or as a bar, then I’m going to find something else, no matter how much I love the company. Love for the company (not the management or co-workers) is the only reason I’ve stayed as long as I have. It’s only going to last so much longer. I’ll likely give it a few more months if I don’t get the bar, but if nothing happens, the Ribeye will go to a Landry concept…or something locally owned and operated.
My mouth hurts….really bad….I have to be in at 4 today, and I can’t sleep. I hurt.
Somebody fix me…stab the abscess or something, but fix me. I don’t know that I can deal until Monday when the dentist is open, and I have a 13 hour shift tomorrow.
Ribeye
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February 2nd, 2008 at 10:04 am
gargle with warm saltwater, grind up ibuprofin(sp) and apply it directly to the swollen area, that and go buy some extral strength anbesol, the liquid works the best but then youll need some q-tips to put it on with…
Also the ER or an urgent care can go ahead and start you on some antibiotics and pain killers most dentists wont touch an abscess untill youve at least started some antibiotics… Good luck Ive had 2 in the last 3 years and they suck…
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February 2nd, 2008 at 11:41 am
I have heard that swishing with luke warm salt water can some times help.Something about drawing out the abscess or something. I did it when I had a bothersome tooth and it helped. I hope you feel better!
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February 2nd, 2008 at 2:32 pm
i hate to say this, but if it is an abcess you’d better get your ass down to emerg-that’s an infection and people have died from them. even if they don’t fix it [and don't have a dentist on call somewhere]they could give/prescribe antibiotics to control it…
on a happier note – “Gena-talia” PRICELESS!!! and so representative.
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February 2nd, 2008 at 3:06 pm
Like BigNick says, put in a call to the hospital. Dental problems suck. Best of luck getting it taken care of. As far as the 13 hour shift goes, maybe it’s time to call in sick? If your cheek’s visibly swollen, customer’s are going to know something’s up anyway.
You gotta love customers who think that they’re too special for last call to apply to them. I wonder if your ladies are at all related to the dude I had last night. I’m sure they’re cousins of some sort.
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February 2nd, 2008 at 5:53 pm
I’m so sorry you had to deal with such slime, in addition to the abcess! I hope you feel better soon!
I do not fully understand the need for that much ranch. I see it a lot. It’s gross. Like they’d drink it with a straw…*shudder*
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February 2nd, 2008 at 6:07 pm
Just been through this myself.. saltwater helps as does teatree oil mouthwash (someplace like whole foods, don’t ry to make your own) and gargling with diluted hydrogen peroxcide. Give the antibiotica a couple of days and they will help the pain.
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February 3rd, 2008 at 6:20 pm
I’m sorry you’re feeling icky, as well.
And I have nothing but hate and rage for the people who expect you to stay open late for them. When I worked retail, once a woman came in at 5 minutes to closing and was browsing. Fine, whatever, I have no problem staying a few minutes late since I have to tidy up anyway. But 9pm (closing time) became 9:15, became 9:20, and finally I asked her if she was almost done because we were supposed to close 20 minutes earlier. I shit you not, she looked at me and said “Oh, it’s okay. My bus doesn’t come until 9:45″. Yes, because it’s all about YOU, you inconsiderate bitch!
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February 4th, 2008 at 6:19 pm
Oh Ribeye, I *literally* feel your pain! I have an absess on my wisdom teeth which are just now coming in. What helped me to get through the weekend was rinsing with Biotene at the first sign of pain, brushing my teeth immediately, rinsing again, and following all that with 4 extra strength ibuprofren. Ice packs will take down the swelling and numb the pain a little. Oh, and between doses of painkillers, try to drink milk. I know it sounds weird, but it works! I hope you feel better soon!
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