Ms. Jones, this job is clearly not suited for you. Seeing as it's just a serving job, it's disappointing to know that you can't even get that right. I've given you chances time and time again, and you know I ain't that merciful. I'm only telling you this because I know you can do better if you apply yourself, but apparently you think you're too good for this diner.
Everybody starts somewhere, even myself. I wasn't born into this profession; I had to work for it. I didn't start out as a businessman. My first job was the mop boy who cleaned the restrooms of a filthy fast-food joint, so you should be thankful you even got this waitress job.
Look at me when I'm talking to you, Ms. Jones.
I can replace you with someone much better at doing your job faster than you can snap your fingers. Psh, hell I could pick up any kid off the streets. Furthermore I –
I said look at me when I'm talking to you Ms. Jo-!
Wait…Wait a second – are you crying?
Unbelievable, just unbelievable.
Well if this job is that important to you, Francine, I guess I can oblige, but know this: if you screw up one more time, not only will I fire you, but I'll make sure to let your future boss know how "wonderful" of an employee you are.
– Am I clear?
You are dismissed.