The cafeteria at work serves the worst food on Earth, but that’s another complaint. It’s the servers there who piss me off the most right now, and here’s why:
You’re serving 5 different things. I will point to the ones I want and you will serve them to me. You wanna make a suggestion? Fine. Make a friggin’ suggestion, but don’t roll your eyes and be all disappointed in me when I disagree with your suggestion. I didn’t ask for your advice. I don’ t care which dish you think is the best. They all suck anyway. And you know what? You’re a ****ing food server. 80% of your day is spent digging a spoon into this slop, hovering over the fumes of vile cafeteria food, and you can’t even pronounce Chicken Cordon Bleu. So why the hell would you be so shocked when I choose not to follow your suggestion?
And why do you look so angry when I opt to avoid the brown, cold, overcooked cauliflower that’s been sitting in the same tray for the past 4 hours? You think I just don’t like vegetables? I love vegetables. I also love not sh*tting my pants at work.
Oh, and one more thing, if you’re gonna choose to not wear the gloves that are REQUIRED for a job like yours, please do not scoop up the pasta dangling from the side of my plate with your filthy bare hands to put it with the rest of me food.