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Ok, I was working in a wedding the other night. I don't know why but I was full of anxiety, which only got worse when the people started being dicks and when that loud music was thumping for hours on end.

It would have been okay if I could just walk out, but you have to finish the job. I thought that night would never end.

I work at a buffet, so people just take what they want to eat and the rest gets taken away. People can be the most f*****g stupid tards i've ever known. You shouldn't have to EXPLAIN to someone why they cannot take food home from a buffet. They paid for their meal, not their supply of food for the next week.

This chick got really stroppy with me and tried to intimidate me by staring me out. I could not cope with that so I just walked away and continued my job. The bride was a complete prima donna stroppy b***h. She thought she was someone off America's next top model.

She assulted some of the staff physically when they wouldn't do her bidding. They chose to decorate the room with their messy s**t, they can clean it up when they're finished.

I hate putting up with BS days at work. Places should really hire temp workers for things like that instead of pushing your regular employees into a position they didn't sign up for. I remember working the college cafeteria on such a day. They have this big stereo system that requires 30 amp wiring to run and I could hear it from a block away. That combined with all the other stuff, like their inability to let me leave at the scheduled time and interrupting everything I do so I never get anything done, made me decide NOT to sign up the next semester. There are no special days at my current job.

I'm more cross about the stupid bride. Sometimes the weddings aren't too bad.

next time, start a rumour that the groom rooted the stripper and/or bridesmaid

lol, I felt sorry for the groom, actually. It was obvious who wears the pants in that relationship

And the skirt.

Those people piss me off.

Don't worry,they all phail anyway.

I'd have called the cops at that point. I have ZERO tolerance for people making physical threats, let alone making good on the physical threats.

My sister helps to organize weddings at her church. One wedding everything was going wrong and it was time to start and the bride wasn't there yet. My sister went out front and there she was talking to a friend.

My sister said "Get in there now. The wedding is about to start."

The bride said, "I'm the bride, you can't start without me."

My sister replied "Watch me" and she went in and started the wedding.

Yeah, well no-one really gave a sh*t we all just laughed at her. If she had seriously hurt someone I think we would have gotten the police involved. Who does she think she is treating the people who are trying to make her wedding nice like that? We work our backsides off so the receptions go as smoothly as possible.

That relationship won't last. Imagine living with her - i'd had enough of her after 8 hours.



Yeah, they think because they're the bride, they're some kind of god and they can treat people like crap. When she got smart to me I should have gotten smart back. I wouldn't really care if Jane took me off weddings.

I was thinking that too. I would probably not have made it past the first date with her.

Eh, she's got hubby whipped, I'm sure. He'll probably stay that way too.

I wonder if it's the actual brides or the external pressure to have the "perfect" wedding. I'm not talking about having a nice time, I'm talking about years of social and mental conditioning that to be a proper girl or woman, you must want to be a princess on your wedding day. These are things drilled into us for decades. My mom had a handsewn dress with a train, a lot of bridesmaids. She had a separate, but swanky dress for the post reception. People were decked out in hats and gloves and the set up was really nice. But 40 years ago, the cost was totally different. You probably had friends that could loan you half the stuff needed, the church was covered and your mother was a dressmaker in her free time.
these days all that stuff is out of this world expensive and people go into debt to recreate that "cherished moment". I can only imagine that this drives those bridezillas into a neurosis. I'm not kidding.

Me? I got married at City Hall with my parents and his parents there. then we went to a Mexican restaurant, then we had cake at my uncle's house. My husband's name was spelled wrong on the cake and we all had a good laugh about it. the end

I too had a civil ceremony. My wife couldn't keep a straight face through it.

It was the perfect wedding, though, we did everything right.

She was very arrogant and stuffed us around, then complained a lot when she finally sat down to be served her food.