God Bless the Customers

There's this thing with restaurant workers. They think they have some right to not do their work. Sure, you can shut down the grill, but you're taking a risk in doing so. Someone could always come in later and demand an omelet.

Doesn't matter - if you're 24 hours and you advertise that you serve food for those 24 hours, you serve food. You don't serve chewed up food - that's illegal and immoral. You serve the food you're supposed to serve. If you don't like it, bring it up with your boss or quit. It's that simple.

But I've noticed that restaurant types always seem to think that the rules shouldn't apply to them. Of course, they would expect their food to arrive in good condition, even if they got in late and ordered when the grill was off.

They hate the customers. They get livid when a customer asks for something that they offer. Know what? Customers pay your salary. If it weren't for them, you wouldn't have a job. And there's this resentment, like it's their fault that you've got a shitty job.

When a customer is out of line, that's a different thing. But when a customer is just being a customer... well, I've got no empathy for whining clerks, and I've got no respect for someone that would do something like that to another's food.