I love to lie to customers who piss me off. I love to minorly embarass people while I'm at work. you cannot abuse me in my hell of bussiness, I will not let you. a grown man screamed at me when I worked at Olive Garden at 17, over shitty pasta on a Saturday afternoon, and I realized nothing mattered in customer service- I have not been yelled at by a customer since because I will not give them an inch to do so. no, monica, I don't have anymore tuna salad. no, we don't make it here so we can't just make more. yes, actually you could also buy it from across the street and make your own sandwhich, how crazy is that.














