Go to Hell. Period. >.>

I wrote this post on Tuesday, btw.

To hell with waitresses and their excuses for not coming to work.

…And to hell with depression.

Firstly, let me calmly tell you how many waitresses came to work today.

Answer: ABSOLUTELY NONE.
Not counting the boss, I, and two of the chefs who knows how to wait, zero showed up, because of their own effing reasons.

Several… had valid excuses, I guess, but I’m still pissed off.

Our most veteran “waitress” (waitress only, not just anyone who can serve, in this case), couldn’t come because of road block. That was a pretty valid reason.
She couldn’t get here unless she flew or swim. But neither are valid options. So I can forgive her.

The second one, the youngest of a sibling pair that both work as waitresses at our restaurant, apparently had to do some effin’ homework. To hell with school on this one.
The oldest of that pair was known to have caught a cold or something of the kind. To hell with sickness.

The above were the only waitresses who were supposed to be working today, but couldn’t come because of their own effin’ reasons.

It was the other three waitresses’ (R-chan, A-chan and J-shi) day offs, although one of them asked for a “special” day-off just for this week. (If the other three were here, we wouldn’t have needed her any way… Except that they’re not.)

Good thing that it wasn’t exactly busy.

Although it kind of was with just the boss and I…

And I got tired after running around for just 2 and a half friggin’ hours.
This is where the “to hell with depression” line comes in. I used to be proud of my endurance and how I can work in such a… draining environment.
But I can’t anymore. It’s either because of depression or I’ve just degraded. I got tired after only 2 hours. Unbelievable! Ridiculous! Unacceptable! Absurd! Outrageous! Atrocious! Appalling!…etc.

There are more things I can complained about the symptoms depression brought me, but I will not, since… oh my god, my depression is also affecting my posts-making. xP