I decided to go bouncing through the blogging world one day and thought, why not blog too? That is how Adventures In Waitressing started. Sadly or happily I am no longer a waitress. I am in business for myself. I will admit that I do miss waitressing sometimes. I also miss blogging, but since I am not longer a waitress this blog doesn't suit me or my needs. If anyone is interested in taking it over and making it what is once was or could be, please contact me on Adventures In Waitressing on FACEBOOK.
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Not sure if some of you have heard of this or not, but some restaurants do their best to help out charities and such. Our particular store calls them Dining to Donates. Basically, people bring in flyer's and give them to their server and a percentage of their bill automatically goes to the charity we are sponsoring at that moment. In order to be sponsored you have to have a legitimate charity and fill out the paperwork required. Then you set a date and spread the word. The better you spread the word, the more money for your charity. Sounds good doesn't it?
Usually it is, but tonight was an exception. There were waaaay too many servers on the floor. Crappy people who were not part of the charity dining, and tables running about one an hour. Pretty much made my babysitters money tonight and now I am happy that I brought in my laptop. Since I am moving soon, there is no Internet at the house. Pretty much, not much at the house, that is useful anyway.
What sucks the most is that my two highest checks were both my worst tippers. With the exception of a young couple who acted like they were going to tip me, then left me nothing. I just don't understand people. If you offer to take all of your friends out and proceed to act like a hot shot, "Don't just fucking act like one!!! BE ONE!!" I swear if any of my friends took me and other out to dinner and said "My treat!" They better tip the right percentage too. Nothing says "I'm a GIANT asshole!" like picking up the entire check and then fucking over the server. Personally, we as servers would rather there be individual checks. I guarantee you that at least one of your friends know how to tip far better then you, the so-called big shot. To all of those that do the above mentioned, get a job in the serving industry. Even part time. Just for a month. I dare you!! Doubt you could handle it.
I am really trying to think of something positive to say right now, but the only thing I can think of that makes me smile is the fact that I know my children will NOT be working in the service industry. And that they will still know more about tipping then at least half of the people I wait on.
Sorry, just flat out pissed off tonight. Hope your evening was better then mine.
Posted by Adventures In Waitressing at 9:21 PM
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
What issue? You may ask of me. Well the issue of whether or not to come here and bitch. I read some of my stuff and then I thought. "Man, I'm a grouchy Bitch!" And no wonder. I hate the restaurant I am working at now. Everyone keeps saying there is money there and when Christmas season comes things will change. Screw that!!! Seriously! I am so tired of "I don't know why we aren't busy shit." I am tired of going in there and being put into first to go sections. Others beg to go home and get better sections then me. Yet I have to continually ask to bump up. To top it off, I am still one of the top sellers. We are having a contest now. Whoever wins will get an IPOD. I am trying like hell to win it so the IPOD will become a Christmas gift. I am beating everyone and yet still, I have to repeatedly ask to be bumped up the crappy totem pole.
Now I know I am not the only person who needs money. I know I am not perfect and that though I try my service isn't always on the grand scale of things. But one of, if not two of the people who continually close, pisses me off. Not by what they do or say, but by the fact that they SUCK!!!!! Not at a person. Sad to say, I actually like one of them. But they get just a bit busy and never come into the back to check on food or even to get refills it seems. One time I was rolling silverware and timed this one person. They never came back there during my 20 minute time keeping. That is ridiculous. They didn't run a single piece of their food. Others who were off the clock kept jumping in to help and I just wanted to scream at them. Not because they were being team players. But because they were doing work for someone, who when I checked, was sitting on their ass talking to a table.
I mean come on? Really? I have tables that I love to talk to, but I also know how to excuse myself and do my job at the same time. Maybe if the world was fair. Ahhh, but it isn't, is it?
Posted by Adventures In Waitressing at 2:19 AM
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Every day is different, yet every day seems to be the same. Though I have training to do other things in my life, I find myself continuing to serve. People have asked me why? I will admit when the money is good, it is real good. I will also admit when the money is bad, it is REAL bad. Yet I waited on a couple of tables yesterday that made me want to quit, then just when I was ready to literally walk out the door and tell my place of employment to bite the big one. I waited on a table that made my day. Now don't go thinking that they gave me a huge tip and all that jazz. They didn't. They left what they should have. It wasn't about the money. It was the fact that they were friendly, funny, considerate and just a down right pleasure to wait on.
I was getting my butt kicked. I was super busy. I had a party of six that ate a lot and especially drank a lot. They ran me ragged while I waited on other tables as well. They ran their bill up to $160.68. Oh, they hardly spoke English either. I earned a wonderful (sarcasm intended) $5 off of them. After I tipped $1.61 to the bar and $2.40 to the hosts, I made a whopping $1.00. Making my hourly pay rate $3.13 an hour. Now before you get all hostile and think I am racist. I am not! In fact, I know how certain races are treated when they go out in public, and since I am NOT racist. I go out of my way to make sure that they have an excellent experience. I have done my job for 9 years now. I know how the system works. But it never ceases to amaze me when I am tipped poorly for good work. I mean it is 2010, is it not? You would think with all of the technology that the smart people would out weigh the stupid ones. It is actually the opposite.
Anyways, I was livid. Seriously. At one point I was in tears in the back. I really need money badly. School is about to start and I have rent due. And even more things like groceries and what not. Have you fed a teenager lately? I swear half of my income goes in his stomach. But I digress. Thanks to the next table, who liked to talk and share a joke or two. I remembered why I do the job that I do. To meet people and make them smile. It's a side effect I like to think I have a monopoly on.
Posted by Adventures In Waitressing at 9:07 PM
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Now I am not saying that everyone that I work with is an idiot. Not at all. I am sure every one of you, no matter what job you hold, has at least one person there that thinks they are the best. You know the one that I am referring too. They turn up their nose at you, give you dirty looks when you say their name to get their attention and when you walk away, talk about you behind your back. Sound familiar now?
In the restaurant business there is always, and I do mean always, more then one. It never fails. Funny thing is, they aren't as good as they think they are, no one is perfect. This particular one drinks all the time and smokes pot. Not to mention whores around, then has the audacity to critique my work. I almost punched them. I am using plural, because some of the people I work with do read my work. Really don't feel like going back to a place filled with animosity. Oh wait! I already do. Anyway, he isn't that great. He would be better if he would quit trying to get into any woman's pants that walks through the door. Including employees. Hell I used to like him until I figured out he wasn't just acting like an asshole, that he actually was one. Another one I work with walks around with such a bitter expression on their face at all times. Sad really. You are never quite sure if something is wrong or if the world is the only thing they hate.
I guess what I am getting at, is that part of the reason I am getting tired of my place of employment, is working with stuck up jerks who have nothing in their life any better then mine. Yet the walk around acting like their shit don't stink when in reality every one's does. Then again, it all goes back to the old saying, if someone dislikes you, they are probably jealous of you or something that you have. Either way, just tired of people and how they portray themselves one way, but are really the opposite. Apparently "All the world is a stage!" is being taken to literally these days.
Posted by Adventures In Waitressing at 2:14 PM
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Seriously! I should know, I am one after all. Don't get me wrong, we have our jolly moments. But the old adage that fat people are jolly is a myth. Fat men are occasionally jolly. Hell, I work with one that is so happy that I sometimes think he is on laughing gas or something else that makes one perpetually happy.
Fat women, on the other hand, are 85% bitchy. Bitchy with a vengeance. I am pretty sure that I can safely speak as a fat woman, that if you are unhappy, FIX IT!!!!
Our society today is so judgemental towards others, not just because of weight issues either. So much for progression. Yet we cease to look at ourselves and see how our judgemental attitude effects, not only ourselves, but others as well. I see plenty of proof every day that I work.
My favorite bitchy fat women are the ones who don't wear make up and dress like they are spring cleaning their houses. They are unhappy with themselves so don't bother to try and make themselves look nicer so they can, in turn, feel better. I know for a fact that it is laziness. Pure and simple fact. I know because I went through that stage in my life. The fat stage that brings you down. It's when you get tired of the stare, the sneers and the horrified expressions. Basically the part when you let the judgement of others bring you down.
It's a difficult stage to go through. You either survive it and bounce back to be a person with more confidence and thicker skin. OR you survive it and let it eat at you. Making you even more unhappy then you previously were. Sad really. More and more are losing the battle, slipping down the abyss and letting it consume them. They no longer strive to look nice, be happy or even bother to be pleasant.
Basically, fat people consume more then food. They consume hatred and allow it to consume them as well. Then instead of trying to change themselves or at the very least, their attitude, they inflict even more hate and disgust back out into the world.
I guess what I am trying to get at, as it pertains to my work, is that I am extremely tired of waiting on unjolly fat people. Even more so, tired of being judged by skinny people that sit at my tables.
My skin is thick, but my tolerance is thinning. Not good in my line of work.
Posted by Adventures In Waitressing at 10:19 PM
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Get your mind out of the gutter. Don't even deny it. You know you went there, didn't ya?
My knees have been bugging me for about a year now. I figure it is because I am not the smallest woman. I have said more then once that I have a fat ass. Well I have fat everywhere, happens when you are overweight. But ten years of working on my feet, my year long pain, has come to a one week climax. And not the good kind either. My left knee has been hurting so bad that walking on it is damn near impossible. Pain pills do NOT help either.
Since I am ever the loyal employee, I haven't missed work despite the never ending pain. As I am working, I limp along, quickly as possible. Smiling at each of my tables and making sure refills are poured. Not to mention every other detail my job requires. I have had a few tables ask me what is wrong. I explain. They proceed to sympathize and leave me $3 on $50. Floors me every time. I have said in the past, if I deserve a bad tip from a table, I will say so. I know when I screw up, slack off or just plain forget. Hey I am human, no where near perfect. But to short tip a person who is in obvious pain, yet made sure your experience was perfect?? Really? Are we as a society that big of assholes?
Beginning to think so.
Posted by Adventures In Waitressing at 8:35 PM