Fatty get shitlord by manger (short story) I'm a banquet server at a hotel. It's 12pm and it's break time, I'm not feeling the greatest and just grab a protein bar, grapes and some coffee. Small fat co worker who ate two "protein" bars, tea, some snack item I couldn't identify  and three garlic rolls all before 12pm, sit down next to me with a bowl of shrimp, two tacos with cheese fries and some other fried meat product I couldn't identify. She looks at me and ask, "Is that your lunch?" Before I could respond, our banquet leader replies, "Fatty it's call self control"  My banquet leader knows all she been doing throughout the event was eating and wondering around (he later told me, when we were both waiting for our rides. I'm guessing she ate more then what I saw).  Afterwards, she starts complaining about not being full time (she's slow and lazy), the hotel being racist, our boss (not banquet leader) being an asshole and other shit not being fair. Typical fatty behavior