Money Confusion

Basically, a lot of posts have to do with money. Hell, that is what my job is primarily about. Last night I was removed from the floor and put behind the bar. I was not happy about it. I can make better money on the floor on a Friday night. The bar on the weekends has two bartenders and you split everything fifty fifty. Wouldn't be bad, but if one of you sucks, so does the money.

I ended up being the closing bartender, which means the other one gets to leave way early. She said I could keep the tip out from the servers if I took on her work so she could just walk out the door. Naturally, I said yes. We were dead and didn't make anything. Or so I thought.

I don't get it, but I ended up making more money then I thought. Not that I am complaining mind you. It just doesn't feel like I made that much. I really need it for rent, but still, you know that feeling you get when something feels off? I got that feeling. I made the manager double check my cash out and my draw. He swears all was fine. So still in shock, but still feeling odd.

I guess I should chalk it up to total good luck and someone looking out for me. But if you read my other site, then you know that good luck is something that doesn't happen to me. If this keeps up I am going to buy a lottery ticket and see if I can truly get lucky. I will let you know if I win.

Friday Night Fights

I am pretty sure everyone at sometime has someone that they just have to yell at. Well, unfortunately with my stress level on Friday's, tonight was my night.

I have a type of claustrophobia, not sure exactly what it is called. But if I get surrounded by a large number of people and I can't move, I tend to act rudely. Some call it bitchiness, I call it get the hell out of my way syndrome. I don't like feeling crowded into a corner. Makes me defensive.

Friday and Saturday nights are the worst nights for it. Those are the nights that we have such a huge amount of servers on the floor. The dish pit is the easiest place to get pinned in at. So after about six times getting pinned in a corner, my stress level is at it's max.

Well, someone decided to take the coffee pot out onto the floor, what the didn't bother to do is check to see if the coffee pot was done brewing. Next thing you know there is a huge mess. I was cleaning it up and talking about it to one of the other servers. Basically complaining about someone being stupid. The person returns and we tell him, "Hey, you took the coffee pot before it was done brewing. Duh!" A fourth server decides to get snotty with me, for telling the male server about his mistake. Wasn't a good idea. So I basically told her to butt out, I wasn't talking to her. Like I said, on Friday's, I can be a real bitch. So she decided to call me a Bitch. I don't really care. I am one. Not gonna lie. So we started to get into an argument. She tried to act like she had the right to but into my conversation and I let her know it was none of her business.

Much milder then the fight I got into the other night with "Mr. Know-It-All". You know the one I mentioned in the past. He tried to act all high and mighty with me, like he is Mr. Perfect, when in actuality he is Mr. Suck Up. I pretty much stopped that one before it got out of hand. I just told him to shut the fuck up. My boss was standing there and heard the whole conversation and told him to shut up too. Was rather funny. But so glad I was in the right.

Being a server, you never lack for drama.

Happy Halloween

Zombies and the walking dead,
Every moment filled with dread.
Vampires come to suck you dry,
Witches with their evil eye.
Creepy creatures 'round each bend.
Will this terror never end?
The shrieking beasts,
The angry mob.....


But enough about my crappy job.


Have a wonderfully Happy Halloween everyone!!!

Saturday's Shitheads

I just had to give a Shit Head Award. My own creation. You can borrow it if you wish for a shit head that you might know.

Before I tell you about the award winner, I just have to tell you. The shit heads were out in full force. There was almost a tie, then I decided that the second place contender deserved a special trophy. So he will get his on Thursday.

I will say that the guests were rather diverse this evening. I did have some rather delightful people. But the overall majority were just terrible. How can you go out, share a meal, bring your bill to thirty dollars and then tip two dollars? Beats me, but I would love to set up a questionnaire and mail it to people. Seriously.

Tonight's winner asked me why in the hell don't restaurants carry Busch? He got angry that we didn't carry that lower class beer on tap. What the hell? We are an upper class establishment. Not a Honky Tonk bar. He was a redneck through and through. I know about rednecks. My family is all redneck. So don't think I am picking on him just because he is one. Then he had the audacity to tell me that by answering his questions, it wouldn't affect my tip. What an ass. I don't just wait on people for money. I actually care about the service I give. I enjoy my job. His wife ordered two drinks. Alcoholic beverages. She didn't even call the drink by the proper name. The drink was called a Confusion and she kept ordering a Confession. I didn't say anything.

He proceeded to inform me, "I have a few questions for you, and don't think I can't afford to eat here, I can. I also know about steaks, so you can't fool me." WTF?? He was antagonistic from the get go. I NEVER pre-judge my tables, but this one should have been. I said, "Yes, sir. What can I answer for you?" He then asked me why a porterhouse had part New York Strip and part Filet and why the bone was included. Ummm.. Hello?? If you know about steaks a Porterhouse has a bone. It is a New York strip on one side and a full Filet on the other. The bone in the middle adds to the flavor, that is why it is such an expensive steak. Not just because of the size, but because of the quality of the meat. Anyways, I digress. I served them with smiles and friendliness. I treated them the same as I do all of my tables.

Their bill was $77.30. My tip left on the table was $6.00. But after the husband got up, the wife reached over and removed a dollar. Bringing the tip to $5.00. So much for answering the questions not affecting my tip.


So, if you think that is bad, wait until you see the winner on Thursday.

I Have Decided

Thank you all for you wonderful comments. I guess I am pretty good at bitching LOL.

I decided that on Every Thursday I will do a Thursday's Trophies.. that will be the day I award my personal trophies to the winners and losers of the week. Such as rudest guest, dumbest co-worker.. etc.

Keeping with the Sunday's Sinners.. I will have to say.. I told my boss I would no longer work Sunday's. I usually pull doubles every Sunday. I work my ass off for shitty people and shittier tips. It wasn't just because of that though. I decided that even though I need to work, being a single mother is more important. I decided that I should have at least one day every weekend off. And since I absolutely HATE Sunday's. I told him that is the day I would love to have off every week. But, I am sure I can come up with something for a Sunday's sinners post.

Until next time......

What Do You Prefer?

I have been thinking. Scary I know. I love this blog. I want to keep it original. Yet, I see so many good ideas out there in bloggerland. I don't want this blog to be just bitching about bad tippers. Though I am sure some of you find me funny sometimes. I also don't want to be repetitious. At least not in a dull redundant sort of way. So I ask you, my avid readers and friends. Do you have an original or fun idea for something I could do on a weekly basis. Something that I would do every week, for fun and entertainment. Trying not to pilfer from others ideas.

Displays of Affection

Sometimes I think I will run out of things to bitch about, then in walks another clueless set of people.

There is nothing more disgusting, then to bring something to a table and they have their tongues shoved so far down each others throats that you think they are gagging each on purpose. I have literally walked up to a table and seen a man with his hands so far up a woman's skirt you would think he was fishing and lost his damn pole.

I don't mind standard displays of affection, but if you want to get kinky, pick a place that doesn't have children running around in it. I am all for sex education for kids, but I don't think mauling each other in a restaurant is considered sex ed. Pretty sure it is considered tacky. Yep.. Tacky!

Rather like public soft core porn. I don't want to watch it, would rather be participating in my own event. Wonder if servers could give tables awards for how inappropriate guests could be in public. Such as mini Olympics. Gold, Silver and Bronze for how affectionate, how crude, how cheap and how rude. I might have to consider marketing that one.

Sorry Christine, wasn't abducted by Aliens. I usually keep up with my Real Life blog better then this one. If you ever wonder what happened to me, you can fine me here. Thanks for the concern. It is greatly appreciated.