I've worked in Customer Service - I'd rather DIE than go back. The polite customers? They get ALL the NOMS. They get everything that is in the power of the customer service rep to offer - I would KILL myself helping someone polite and in need of help because everyone else was such a fresh piece of excrement.

Oh come one. Your "I'm meek! I over-tip! I wear nice, but inexpensive clothes! routine has hit a serious low. (slightly) mentally challenged?

"I never ask for anything different in a restaurant that causes any extra work for the staff"

It is VERY difficult to feel sorry for you.

Two commenters just tried to explain to you that your requests ARE extra work for the kitchen and the server has to act as a liaison between you and the kitchen...meaning servers are getting shit on from both sides. If you're not sure if a particular modification is extra work—ask! Most things are already prepped…

oh my god stop talking before I put a cocktail fork through your temple.

I don't hide my feelings about it. It was his choice. I've written about it on my blog and since my maiden name is fairly unique, it comes up frequently. I don't go into detail when asked about him but I tell the truth that yes, he's my dad and he walked out of my life when I was 21. People that truly know him aren't…

OH christ. Do you know my in-laws? Seven years later they still blame me for my husband's fall from religion. As if my pussy had that kind of magical power to cause people to have a groundshaking shift in faith.

I've finally distanced myself from my narcissistic, alcoholic mother and I still feel guilty for it often. Growing up I thought it was my dad who was the bad one (and he was): alcoholic, wife beater, cheating, drug addicted piece of shit. When we finally got out of there I shortly realized my mother was batshit too.…

Really? You seriously don't know what was in that email?

Right? I laughed out loud when I read that bit... there's really no need to keep reading further.

For reference

They accuse me of being a terrible person, but won't elaborate about exactly what I've done. Well, sometimes they do, but it doesn't make sense, at least to me.