Work today was full of blunders. Not major blunders, but ones that make you cringe and think that it was not a very good day. My first incident of the day was when this group of office ladies came by for lunch ordering two pastas. After repeating their orders, I thought everything would be fine... but after they got the food, this stupid bitch went and said that she ordered something else (spaghetti, not capellini). I was like "WTF?" since I obviously repeated the damn order with her bloody approval and now she's telling ME that she ordered something else. I went there asking her what was the bloody problem, and she went babbling on about how I recommended capellini but she didn't order it blah blah blah and I told her that it wasn't that way, that I repeated the order and she told me it was correct. Obviously I was irritated.

I mean, what's the bloody fucking point of me repeating the order if you're not going to listen? Is it my fault you have a short fucking attention span that you can't even focus for five bloody seconds to actually listen to what I'm saying? So maybe it was my fault that I took the order wrongly the first time, but it's not my fault when you don't listen enough to tell me I made a mistake. God, I hate such people. You wanna chat, fine. Just don't come complaining just because I got your order wrongly when a. you speak like your voice box decided to run away and b. you don't bother listening to the order being repeated.

Another similar incident happened a couple days ago where this family of four were ordering food. The annoying brat ordered some fish and chips (which you know no one takes seriously since kids aren't the ones paying the friggin' bill). So after everything was done, I repeated everything and the father nodded in agreement. 15 minutes later, he's calling me and saying he ordered fish and chips for his kid. *Rolls eyes* Listen the next time I'm telling you something, will ya? Can you imagine if I took the kid seriously and gave out the order, only to find out that they didn't plan to eat it? So irritating.

Second blunder, which I don't really consider it one actually was when I was carrying this dish. It's friggin' hot, like seriously hot and even though there's a cold plate underneath it, I don't dare carry it without a cloth because I had a previous incident of grazing my forefinger against it only to suffer minor burns. So fine, I used to cloth to pick up the plate, and then my colleague was acting all pissy and asking why I didn't just carry it by itself. So I explained the situation, and he was just like "Why can't you carry it like that?" with one hand carrying the plate. Naturally, I told him I cannot, which is like... pretty obvious because a. it's heavy b. it's hot so if I use one hand and it can't support the weight, by instinct my other hand would reach out to balance out the weight, only to touch the hot plate, and cause me to drop the entire dish onto the floor. He got all mad at me, and was like "If you can't carry it then go!", causing me to look at him in confusion like "WTF does that mean?" although I think he meant it in the "Get out of here" kinda way. Like, excuse me? I was carrying the bloody plate perfectly fine with the damn cloth and just because I can't carry it with one hand I'm incapable of working? So what if my method isn't the most professional? At least I don't spill it into a big fucking mess onto the floor. After that I tried explaining to him, but no... he wouldn't listen. Kept talking on and on about how he's trying to help me etc etc while I'm just standing there wondering if it's worth the effort to pick a damn fight with him about how to carry some stupid plate. The reason why I never carry a hot plate like that ever again by itself is because every single time I carry this dish, I burn myself. Every time. I swear. The first time I did (with no cloth) I burned myself when I lifted my hand from the dish. The second time? Same thing. Urgh.