Quite the bastard.

Tonight at work felt like everything that should have been simple took way longer than it needed. The margarita machines went down, briefly, and I had to get in there and get MacGyver on some shit to make them work. Sorta. Then off the heels of that came the soup lady that literally asked for free shit cause the hostess fucked up on her togo order. Someone on staff said some rude shit to me, as a joke (I can only assume), and I unleashed my fury on him. I was, in fact, quite the bastard. I don't feel altogether that bad about it. I'm just saying.