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I hate this job.  I hate all the people who tell me what to do. I hate getting criticism when its not constructive. And I really hate when guests try and tell me how my life is... like they know me or something.

I brought food to a table for another server. They saw the tat on my arm and wanted to talk about tats.. normally I would not mind this, but when I mentioned that I've had a hard life and they told me "oh your twenty three, you haven't had a hard life. You don't know what a hard life is." I just about lost it! I wanted to reach across the table and slap the bitch! Like she knows me!? Who the hell does she think she is!?

I get that society has this preconceived notion of what a servers life is like. But really?

Well... tomorrow's Valentine's day... that will be like arriving at one possible final destination... I need to go find a fire proof, air conditioned hand basket!