Day 2 in the bag....

Oh, how I hate to close.  Its not about the work, or the fact that I'm stuck there until everything is done, but what I hate is the late hours that I'm there sometimes.  Tonight was my second night on the floor and all was well until this table of uppity, pretentious women decided to split their check 100 different ways.  Split the appetizer into 3/5 parts, put the drinks on this check, except that one, which needs to go on this check.  It was a clusterf*** to say the least.  To make matters worse, for the last 10 years, I have used Aloha in some for or another, but here at the new place, the POS is literally a p.o.s.