Sometimes, when things get really crappy at work.
Like none of the other servers show up, so it is the Child Bride One Woman Show all night.
Or the kitchen screws up all my orders.
Or the owner decides she doesn't want to spend money on hiring enough kitchen staff/servers/ and I get yelled at by customers because the service here is so bad**
Sometimes, when these things happen, I lock myself in the walk-in pastry fridge, and I eat brownies.
And I don't put them on my time card.
** Seriously, someone came up to me at the frickin' gym to tell me our service was terrible. Since I was plugging away on the elliptical machine, I just breathlessly nodded and listened. But seriously? How is that my problem?
Now it is the end.