Catering? I'm not catering nothing. *Sigh* Yesterday work was baaaaaaaad. The event was a wedding, and a rather, sad to say, white-trash depressing wedding. Nobody looked happy to be there. The bride looked like she was 20 at the most, and it didn't look like she had any friends there. Her dress was black, and I guess to each their own, but.... I got sworn at by one of the guests. He was asking for a second dessert, and I said "Didn't I already serve your table?"
"Yeah, but you're the caterer, right? So give me some d*** food!" I wanted to give it to him, all right. As in dumping the tray on his head.
And there was one guy swearing at his little kids. OH, and for whatever reason, there were like 3 men who WOULD NOT let their wives talk!!
I would ask them if they wanted dessert, or more iced tea, and they would open their mouths to say something, and then their husband or boyfriend would cut them off and answer for them, usually with "She doesn't want anything." They usually looked like they were going to say yes. One even held her cup out for more tea before he said no.
So Eenie is a little discouraged about her employment. *sigh*