god, i hate old people
for those of you who don't know (aka almost all of you), i work at a retirement village as a server in the main dining room. there are about ~120 guests in that dining room, 119 of which are white from middle to upper-class backgrounds, and about half of them are terribly rude guests.
take, for example, my recent interaction. there's this one man, who i won't name (because i don't know if it's illegal or not), who lives with his caretaker. he's a little hard to understand because he has a tendency to mumble, but otherwise, he's fine. it's his fuckass caretaker who i hate. i delivered her food, some sort of tilapia, with a fat and fake grin that i often deliver food with. all my tables (three) were done, so i offered dessert to the two who were done... and, as i was leaving to grab their desserts, the caretaker waves me down. she asks me: "can i have the SALISBURY STEAK instead of the tilapia?"
i say yes, because i'm so fucking fed up with her, I don't have the energy to cuss her out, and rush to the breakroom where i breakdown and cry. it wasn't this alone that just set me off, no, it was the tipping point. the icicle that sunk the ship. the stuffed toy that toppled the mountain. this section in particular is so. so. so. rude. it'd be okay if they gave you a moment to catch a breath, but every time im out in the dining room, it's a new fucking request within seconds of the other. "we need more sugar," "can i have more soup?" "can you get me another glass of iced tea?"
oh. my. god. give me a moment to do my job. i have 15 other people to deal with. YOU ARE NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO EXISTS!!!!
this is a common theme in the dining room. old people are bitchy. and at this point, i'm not even sorry for them. wow, you're a bitch to servers, wonder why your children dumped you off here and only visit you twice a fucking year. maybe if you were nicer to servers all your problems will be solved.