Tuesday, June 20, 2006

Why is it that some people who make their money by tips get angry when they are not tipped real well when they have a bad attitude or bad service???

Do they not know they suck at it? Now..I can pass judgement, because I served at a restaurant...I know that my income depended on my service..and attitude. Of course there are those patrons who are going to suck at tipping regardless, but there are those, like me, who will tip on service. I do tip a minimum of 10%, but will tip 20%+ if I have excellent service. 10% is REALLY bad service, and I dont do that but very seldom.

I say all this to tell you this...To the waitress at the bar across the street. Get a new job or your going to starve to death bitch!

I call at 12:45 with my order...first time Ive ordered from this bar, so I dont know what to expect. She says...Ok..15 minutes. NOooooooooooooo problem. So I sit here and think..."well ya know, maybe it will get done sooner, and I can get it and leave. If not, I will just have to sit there a few minutes till it is done" So I gather up my purse, my debit card, keys, and off I go...No seatbelt cuz it is just across the street(ok...the seatbelt part is non important..but just had to put it in).

I walk in and the bartender asks me what I want...I tell her I have an order. She turns to the waitress and she sneers "It's only been 5 minutes". I looked at here and wanted to say "No bitch, it's been 10 minutes...Smiley". So I sit there and wait...and wait...and wait...People all around me drinking beer(dont these people freaking work?)...my mouth is watering...and Im straining to substain...I need my job. Finally, Ms. Personality walks over and gives me my order. I had her my debit card and coupon that I had mention on the phone when I talked to her...

What Im thinking in paranthesis

Bitch: "Uhhh...oh..you have this"
Me: "Yes..."(Did I stutter on the phone?)
Bitch: "Ok"
Me: "Thanks" (Have you been drinking?)

She walks away and goes to the register as I watch her...look at the coupon..look at the coupon, look at the screen....She pushes 15,034 buttons...Looks at the coupon...looks at the screen...It is quite obvious that Ms Personality can not figure out 20% of 10.00! I wanted to yell across they bar "Hey Bitch....8.00...I gotta get back to work damnit!" FINALLY she runs my credit card through..types in the numbers...and VOILA..a receipt. She walks over to me and hands me the receipt.

Now...Im trying to decide whether to tip Ms Attitude...but I cant think long enough because she STOOD there in front of me. I finally caved and wrote a dollar on the tip line. What the hell is wrong with me? I should have point .01 and then watched my account very closely.

Now..if I had known what I know now...I would have left NOTHING. She (yes it was HER fault) forgot my ranch for my bacon, cheese, ranch fries AND AND AND the blue cheese for my wings. Bitch!

So this incompent boob is waitressing at a bar...where she is suppose to make her living. I am betting she has a box under the bridge down the street.

Ok...Im done venting for now.

Sunday, June 18, 2006

Im an idiot...well not really an idiot..but I had a few to drink last night and thought I published my blog yesterday but forgot.

I have family that races short track asphalt in Ohio. Yes, my extended family are hillbillies...but damnit you gotta love them. I sit there sometimes and just shake my head, but ya know they are great.

Last night dad calls my brother and says he wants to go to the mid season championships. I have an aunt, uncle and my other aunts boyfriend that races. I used to go to the races all the time, but I havent had time to go the last few years. So bro, dad and I went to the races.

We get there and immediatly my brother asks if I would like a beer. Now, if you know me...if I'm out and someone offers to buy me a beer...Im all over it. 7 beers later, I was feeling pretty damned good. My family moves down toi the front of the stands....big mistake when it is a close race. I start booing and taunting the officials to tear down the winner of the race, after all he did beat out my aunts boyfriend in the last lap, so he HAD to have cheated right? Ok...at least in my drunken state of mine of course. Did they tear him down??? noooooooooooo...geesh who do they think they are. I think my drunk self knows better then them...Right?? (yeah right).

Well tomorrow is monday and I just dont want to go to work! I cant wait to get the gumption up to start searching again for a job...I reallly need a REAL job.

Well off to do something..hmmmm...destructive??? or is it constructive??? I guess we will find out when it happens :D

Saturday, June 17, 2006

OK here I go.

First if someone could let me know of some great free templates for blogger, I would be eternally greatful. :)

Today I dont think I can be quizzical, comical, astronomical or any other "cal" word you can think of.

I am a single mom of a beautiful 5 month old little girl. She has been a sunshine in my life.

At one time I and the doctors didnt think I could get pregnant..but SURPRISE, about a year ago, I found out I was expecting this bundle of joy. Instead of letting it drag me down I decided to jump into motherhood with both feet...and get the best out of it! Well...here I am. No father my little girl, but that is ok...I sometimes say "We dont need no stinking man".

I was involved with a great guy since about a month after I had her. I found that I was just getting too exhausted with having a newborn...having a new relationship...plus she spent a weekend in the hospital a couple of months ago, and then I had to have an emergency appendectomy on the 1st of this month. This is all on top of me trying to find a job in my field(I graduated in May of 2005, just 2 weeks before finding out I was pregnant) I have an associates in Computer Information Systems.

But I regress....I have a history of sordid relationships...hmmm is sorid the word I want?? Let me look it up in Websters..

sor·did ( P ) Pronunciation Key (sôrdd)adj.
Filthy or dirty; foul.
Depressingly squalid; wretched: sordid shantytowns.
Morally degraded: “The sordid details of his orgies stank under his very nostrils” (James Joyce). See Synonyms at mean2.
Exceedingly mercenary; grasping.

Yeah...that is about it. Maybe I'll get into some of them down the road...but until then, I am going to go wax my brows and make some jewelry...Tata