Waitress Manifesto

the noose around my neck only a little colorful scarf on my last day as a slave to the chefs always screaming their short comings as it's never the fault of the pressure cooker of the kitchen to managers revolving the doors and telling you are call waiter as you have to wait for the couple that forgot to get a room as they gross you out with their display an hour or more for the worst tip of the night as they are here to push your buttons the maitre D as I told them to change their tune if to collect a percentage of your earning and to be sued ask you to finish his job as he is leaving to catch his train on clockwork schedule every night the next day the computer was fixed with a new tittle and not a thanks from general management to save their ass from a lawsuit as I heard rumors of protest the bartender an other story as drug dealers you have to bow to them or they will make your life difficult and suck as otherwise your customers will have to wait for their needs the owners mostly absent only showing their faces to collect do not know the ordeal as in the past they forgot to declare you and their earnings everything under the table but them protected you are the one suffering the consequence of retirement as you show zero on your social security number for years and never paid hourly toil dusting the chairs and the what not if only mouse **** I though I had a deal with them to pay my taxes and I will be all right took me two years to amend their lies as they though I was a wet back with fake identity but still those years show as zero as they didn't pay their due to the government for the welfare of old age but their own to the clients as they are the redemption of many fun night with the exchange of words to make a meal memorable that is what made my job worthwhile as I had a chance to meet many stars enjoying my back serve black pants white shirt I could tell you so many stories of encounter