The Kingdom and more

So, did I mention this? That Jasmine the waitress got fired, basically for stealing. She was ordering shots for customers and making them pay cash, keeping the money and pouring small shots or something like that.
But she was fucking Bob on the side...supposedly. Oh, the tangled webs we weave!
She would leave the floor and go hang out with Bob, and the other waitress would be stuck with her section. Not only that, but that waitress still was forced to share her TIPS with Jasmine, who wasn't even there.
Nothing you can do about it when you are screwing around with the owner.

Well, other girls couldn't stand her, for obvious reasons, and Jasmine was on high-watch. Well, she got hers and was fired.

This was weeks ago.

Just found out yesterday that Jasmine is PERSONALLY SUEING both Jon the manager and Kelly the GM. I don't know her reasons, but something along the lines of sexual harrassment. WHAT???

I wanted to have a party for Harvey here at Scores, during Super Bowl. 2 weeks ago I asked Mark if I could get Harvey a cake. No problem. 1 week ago I find out it is Bob's birthday that night. Mark says, no problem. I order a $200 cake, and invite all his friends. No problem.
Monday, I ask Andrea (Bob's ex-stripper fuck buddy) what she's doing for his birthday, bc I don't want to intrude or step on anyone's toes. She didn't seem to mind my plans, but who knows with her- I also called Bob and asked where he wanted to sit, so we could reserve space for his group.

All good...or so I thought.

After dinner with my mother-in-law, Mark calls me "to discuss Sunday night...". Well I knew something was up. And he basically told me that Bob had a hissy fit and he wants the night to be special ONLY to him and that I couldn't have cake, balloons, or even sing happy birthday- unless I wanted to do it after the Super Bowl was over- at like, 10:30. Well, that's really late! So we'd all have to be super quiet and not say anything?
Bob really acts like a baby sometimes. And I am NEVER EVER doing anything for Andrea EVER again. I dare her to ask me for something...
And I hope it's a huge fucking problem when I GIVE the uniforms to the waitresses and don't charge them a penny for it. HA.

I am not saying one fucking word to Bob or his fuckface friends the night of Super Bowl, if we even go there. I really don't want to go to Scores at all for the Super Bowl party. Fuck them.