It started off with me sitting up in bed, pondering for at least 3 minutes on whether I could pull off a few minutes more of being snuggled under my covers, but decided against it.

I work with my buddy, lalala, it got super busy all of the sudden, then died down. One of my regulars came in, got his coffee, then sat down for a few minutes.

Then he approached me and my friend with a $10 in his hand, asking if we could split it. I didn't know he meant that he was giving that to us as a tip. He said we were "first-class employees", and really good and kind and just a slew of encouraging comments that, when talking about it after he left, almost made my coworker cry because she was so surprised. This is a guy who barely talks, but we always see him as he's about to come in, coming in, or waiting in line, and we get him his coffee so he doesn't have to wait for us to dillydally.

So it was awesome. Made me feel extra awesome and helpful.

Before the rush came. We were steady with orders for a good hour or so, absolutely slammed. I had to help my friend with the food, then try and rush up and help my boss when I could, and try and wash a rapidly-rising mound of dishes, as well as try to clear tables so I don't get snarked at.

And then there was this huge group.

You know how there are some groups of people that you can sense that they're all incredibly stuck up? The middle-aged people who go to the gym in groups, the ones who seem to be condenscending?

They made me REALLY angry. We have amazingly limited space, so when we have a huge group of twittering older men who seem to yell and be brash about current events, and older ladies (who you see often, and everytime they seem completely standoffish and somewhat rude) who yak and yak.

They stole the stool we keep at the end of the cooler so me and my coworkers (as well as my boss) can take our breaks. They also basically blocked the walkway, so other customers had to squeeze through in order to get to the condiment station and/or the back exit. And we could barely squeeze through ourselves to get orders to tables. ;gliehgoliuhqeliguh I really hate these people--I honestly do. They were rude to me when I was TRYING to take their order, and trying to give money to my boss when I was RIGHT THERE to take their money.

But in the end, after the rush, I counted our tips and me and my friend almost made $20. Which is... about how much I made during the week alone on tips.

lol.

I hope those fucking older people get Tasered by the Mounties and die. Serves them right to be rude and condenscending and fucking stupid to their servers.