I am slowly losing patience with the people that I take care of at work. Tonight was a pretty slow and crappy night for me, but this just took the cake.

SwS: Scrooge who Stiffed me

SwS: *waves arms frantically as I try to walk by with a tray full of drinks*
Me: Did you need something?
SwS: Yeah my friend was wondering when you were gonna get a “real” job *chortles*
Me: *quick once over of the guy* Yeah? Well, my friend was wondering when you'd get a “real” hair piece. *walks away briskly*

Alright I know that was kind of rude, but this guy had been giving me grief the whole night and I think I got a total of $1 off of about $50 worth of drinks I ran for them. He was always paying to make himself look good for the woman he was with. I mean crap how many jobs do you know of where you can go in for 5 hours and walk with $50-100 dollars. Yeah Im running low on patience with people and Im not sure how long I will be able to keep my mouth in check.

This is pretty long so Im gonna cut it for ya.

All right, so Im at work and Im trying to catch up because we just cut one of three servers on the floor and our restaurant is packed to the gills. I just received a 15 top and a 10 top at the same time. They understand that IM busy and most are just happy to get their drinks. I have this table of not to bad people and then their friends show up. The girl seems inebriated already so I put her on a 1 drink limit in my mind and her boy just seems out of it. Well H calls me and sounds like she is on the verge of tears and R is crying in the background. I beg and plead with my co-worker to let me go home, she says yes very hesitantly and I begin to run around trying to close checks and get out of there. Well in my haste I got a bit clumsy. I go to this table and ask if there is anything else I can get them before I leave. While doing this I grab their ashtray and start to put a new one down (this is a well known and practiced maneuver for me), when the new one slips out of my hand and knocks over the annoying couples' beers. This wasn't your ordinary garden variety spilling either, this was a full on drench on their laps. I immediately say Im sorry and say I will be back with something to clean it up with. I run off and explain the problem to my manager who happily comps their drinks while I grab as many napkins as I can fit in my chubby paws. I run back to sop up the mess while my manager delivers the beers, once all is said and done I start to walk off when Im grabbed by the biyatch and the following convo ensures:

Her: I propose this deal for you
Me: No proposal needed, we got your beers for you.
Her: No, I think you should get our whole tab.
Me: Right, you had two beers with me before this and I just took care of em, no tab
Her: You know I've known *insert name of owner* for quite a while and I think she would want you to take care of our whole tab.
Me: And I did 2 beers *poof* No more money owed for them
Her: You don't get it you simpleton, to you?
Me: *laughs* Im a simpleton huh? How's this for simple, one more comment like that and your cut off.
Her: But I know *insert name of owner* *whining*
Me: And so do I, if you feel this is important enough for you to waste time on, go right ahead. Tell her your woes and it will be handled that way. I don't feel that this warrants you drinking for the rest of the night for free, because mistakes happen, I apologized and made reparations, isn't that enough?
Her: But you dumped beer on me *more whining*
Me: Again, Im sorry but this is all I can and will do for you now, I shouldn't have even given you that first beer because you seemed quite toasty when you came in.
Her: I can have you fired.
Me: Feel free to plot this while you have no more liquor brought to you *turns to their friends* I will tell T to keep your tabs open as long as you don't order anything else for these guys, we know what you are drinking and if you try to order for someone cut off, you will find your supply drying up as well.
All at table: *shocked silence*two girls giggle*
Me: *steps back* Now if you will excuse me I am going to get out of here and find out what is wrong with my daughter.
Her: I will have your job for this! *starts to fume*
Me: You can have it, it would save me from having to deal with people like you, now as I said take it up with *insert name of owner* and if I am fired so be it, but remember this is all I am doing for you now and you are cut off for the rest of the night. So have a good night and T has your cc *pointing towards the cool couple there*

I walked off pissed, well because mistakes happen and they have happened while I was out eating. No biggie you move on, I don't expect anything free for this, they happen and it is a part of life. However, I was in a bit more of a frantic state because it sounded like my girls were in trouble so I was trying to get out. Not only that almost everybody in town knows one of our owners, for a couple months after I started I thought that the owners knew them as well. But when someone pulled the I know an owner and then tried to chat it up with him and walked out with our owner asking who that guy was, I take these claims less seriously now. Great I know the owner as well, but as you can see Im not someone who is in their close coterie and Im not there drinking with them so apparently, I am a CUSTOMER!

Something for free, something for free. The cry of the cheap people out there it cheeses me off.

Yes I do look for a deal, but Im not going to haggle for one unless the store has a sign that says haggling is acceptable, nor will I try to talk a price down because it is “damaged” in some way. This is my behavior and because I act like this I reward others who are patient and kind as well. As I did the other day.
I had a trainee under me during a lunch shift, and because I was the strongest server on the floor at the time I was getting slammed. 10 assort 2-4 tops where sitting and eating in my section when our manager sat a 9 top on the patio and another 2 top. No big deal, I jump on the 9 top and tell my trainee to take half the section (This was the shift where she runs the show and shows me she can run a section well, but I jumped in to help because we were so busy). I walked by saying I was going to take the 9 top, well she thought I was pointing out the 9 top and runs out there, well I have to start playing clean up in the section inside because we got 3 more tables just then. One of the tables she got drinks for hadn't give her their order, and I didn't notice they didn't have any food for a good 20-25 mins. They just sat there quietly talking and drinking their iced teas, so I book it over and apologize and get their order.
I push their food through the kitchen to get it out quick, and grab a couple of our $2.50 cards, as Im walking out of the office my manager asks who they are for and explain the whole situation to her. As I finish my story I ask if we could also get them a desert on the house. Well my manager offers to buy their whole meal, now this is my call because it is my table and for some strange reason she trusts my judgment. I instantly said yes, why? Because they were nice about the whole ordeal and they even offered to pay for the meal when my manager told them she was going to comp it. We still bought their lunch, and I got a $10 tip off of them still. Guess what the super, uber, pushy, grouchy, whining customer one table over got when she complained about the service she received. An apologetic nod, an Im sorry about that but we are a bit busy, and a $2.50 card. YES! I love my management!

So I think I need a new job or something new in my life, I think right now Im just a bit stagnant. I dunno Im really getting tired of humanity thinking they deserve the world and not being willing to do any work for it. I really dislike the fact that nobody wants to take personal responsibility now days. The violence on the TV made me do it, the voices made me do it, my prostate made me do it. Cripes people you did it and where fully aware of that fact. Man, this is an angry rant! I think I will save my bad parenting rant for later.

…the warranty expired.

As a child I always thought if I could fly everything would be better and more fun. The colors and feelings I associated with people would only be that much better and heightened with this magical power. As time went on I realized I couldn't fly and there was a good reason, chubby Indians are not very aerodynamic, as I found out one day. I did experience a moment of total freedom then as my bike and I sailed through the air. The fact that waited eagerly to cause damage to my young body didn't even cross my mind, until it rushed up and slammed itself into me. People talk about moments in their life being in slow motion, this would be one of those times for me.

My front tire slammed into the hard packed earth first and then slammed the handlebars into my chest. I felt the air explode form my lungs as the padded bard was thrust into my chest. The back tire came from behind and flipped over my head make me somersault and hit my head. My head hit and I slid, on my head, to a stop right before I would have said hello to a boulder. I blacked out for a moment or two and waited. Waited for the darkness which had claimed me to claim me again. I had tasted the forbidden fruit of total freedom, surely this went against some code. I lay their waiting, until the sounds of the lil forest brought me back to my sense. I got up and examined my bike, no damage at all it was just a bit scuffed up. I checked myself next with the mirror I had in my backpack(Don't ask me why, but I've always had a bag with an odd assortment of things in it) Just a scratch on my forehead and a bit of a bloody lip. I rode home slowly as I realized This moment I had I could use for the rest of my life.

This was only a 20-25 ft drop I jumped off of.

Now as my life takes new turns and I need a bit of sanity I look back on that day where I thought of myself as an intrepid adventurer looking for that great thrill. I've almost always looked at my life as an adventure and something to be enjoyed, but as I grow older and gain more “responsibility” I often doubt that thought. I think what I need is some time some time to think and reflect and regain my perspective. before I found this in my camping trips and going to “rave”s. now I don't do any of that, I think I just need to pack up my family and go to the mountains on a day off and spend time with them and renew my conviction of staying happy.

At work they are looking for management at our Nob Hill location. I am definitely pondering this as an alternative to waiting tables right now:

Pros:

• Hours: 3-midnight five days a week(something like that)
• Steady Paycheck
• It'll look good on the proverbial resume
• It will afford me time to be there for my daughter during the daytime
• I like the people who work there
• I would definitely get a chance to try out some of my ideas for how a restaurant should be run

Cons:

• Direct contact with the owners who I don't really respect that much
• It is downtown and further away
• It could potentially be a pay cut in the long run with no more huge tips coming in
• Not sure if I've ever been good in an authority position

I dunno Im so filled with self doubt and nagging thoughts that I can't sleep when I should be right now. Im thinking go, go, go, do it…but then again. Hrm…oh well nothing gambled nothing lost, I think I might go in and talk to the GM of that location on a day off next week. Our talent Coordinator and one of our best bartenders at that location both think I should go for it. I think I might ask my floor manager what its like to manage for our owners. Might as well explore the possibilities.

and I banter, A LOT! With this bantering comes some playful name calling and on the odd day someone saying that they hate the other or something of that nature. This is nothing to us, we do it all in fun. Well a couple weeks ago I invited friend T over to see Riley, she brought her roommate and we let them play with Riley. While they were here Heather and I started the normal banter, I didn't learn until later that they we're kinda freaked out by our bantering.
We started with it and apparently T's roommate nudged her and asked if we were fighting. They debated this for 10 mins while we bantered. Then we started again and the question was brought up one more time. They booked it pretty quickly and later I was asked by T if we were having problems as a couple. I just stood there and laughed, because, [sappy] I don't think any relationship of mine has been this healthy and loving. [/sappy]. yeah amusing to me, but probably not to you. Oh yeah and I don't like you

Whoa! That was a lot, so click and see what I ramble about when Im tired and startin to go insane

This new year seems almost no different to me, just another move for me in my pathetic attempt to make some semblence of making my life worth something. Then I wake up and see what I have a good home a great family in my future wife and my lil girl. While I may not have what I wanted to have when I got them, I think Im not doin to bad right now tryin to make a good home for the both of them.

This coming year I think the thing I will miss the most is sleep, and with that said I've been having some really wierd dreams.

In my dream my lil girl and I dealt with daily life for a great while and it was just the two of us. There was nobody around and we just kinda went through all the normal routines she and I had set up. I looked throughout the house for any sign of and coudn't find any. No clothes and her name wasn't on any bills I happen to come across. Wierd. Well I wanted to know what happened to her and I went ona search for her one day, well the search ended as I opened my front door and ended up in the dream house I dreamt of my death in. I walked into the entrance and sat down on a one of the wooden benches flanking the entrance to this atrium. The tree growing in the middle was as beautiful as ever, just reaching for the sky and wanting to be free. I stared at it trying to figure out what was goin on when I realized I was alone. On either side of me were drawings of me or what seemed to be drawings. One was ink, which lent it a dark and dreary look, especially with all the heavy shading that was used for him and the other was a pencil sketch that was so light it almost seemed to be fading and getting washed out.

I looked at the both of them and asked them why I was there.
The light one said “Change”
The dark responded with “Whatever”
I asked various questions about my life and the direction it is heading in and recieved about the same response each time. I finally asked why they tormented me so when they both looked and laughed and said….
“Balance is gone!”
They continued to laugh as I woke up to my baby's hungry cries.
I was freaked out the whole time I took care of my baby, but she fell asleep quickly and I went back to sleep, and ended up in the central stair well of this house sitting on a step wondering where was again. I felt a kick on my back and turned around to see who it was, but nobody was there. This happened about four more times when I finally saw a lil girl about 8 or so who looked exactly as Riley had in my dream except she was a greyscale picture of herself. I caught her leg and asked her what she wanted.
“Nothing,” she replied.
“Who are you,” I asked.
She giggled a bit and then smiled as she said, “DON'T YOU KNOW?!? I'm your balance.”

WHOA!!

I woke up right after that and have been wondering what they hell this dream means.

I know the future is uncertain, but I also know that the future will be fun and full of adventure with my girls. So I guess its off to catch a cat nap before Ri wakes up, see ya!

Sorry about the length, so Im gonna cut it for ya. Basically its how I was a smartass and made a bit of extra cash last week.

So Im waiting on a big party last week and thankfully someone told me they would handle the bill up too $200 this made my job easier since I dont have to split checks then…whew. Sadly we are one of the only places in town that will do such a thing to large parties, I think Im going to try and convince my managers otherwise because it is becoming a big pain, it doesn't even really help the tip when I do al that work. Well this couple joins the party and I walk up to greet them.

M = Me
FG = Funny Guy

FG: Tanguerey 10 * stares at me*
M: Okie….*trails off hoping he would complete the order*
FG: Well? *stare bores into my head*
M: *chuckles a bit* Well did you want that on the rocks, neat, up, tonic, seven, *gags and makes a face* with coke?
FG: *looks at his wife* Great here we go again.
M: * definitely confused now and ready to smack him for attitude* Where are we going?
FG: You know know Tang 10 is different from regular Tang, right?
M: *smirks* Yeah….so what would you like it with?
FG: Im sure this seems a bit confusing, but since you know you know its different I need to know if you have it *starts to seem aggitated* I don't want to seem like an ass, but…
M: *laughs* Ohhhhh, you're asking if we have it…yes we do…so what would you like with it?
FG: *looks sheepish* Tonic…
GF: Sapphire and Tonic, plz
I don't want to seem like an ass
* the look on his gf's face says too late*
M: *laughs again* Too late, but may I make a suggestion?
FG: Yes?
M: If you formulate your initial response as a question Im sure your server would be able to figure out that you want somethingand not assume that you are trying to order. That along with a hearty hello and a look in the eye of that same server will let them know that you are addressing them. Don't wanna seem like an ass,, don't be one. Just remember it's, “Do you have Tang 10?” This will help you avoid future snafus of this nature. Now that was a 10 and tonic and a sapphire and tonic, I'll be back.
*walks away with the snickers of half the table in my ears*

I recieved a five dollar tip from some random lady at the table for that, apparantly he tries to be snooty with his gin, Alright I like my gin but I would not call gin a snooty type of liquor. Scotch or pricey tequila maybe, but this is just gin. Besides to me Tang and Tang 10 taste the same…not like Bombay and Bombay Sapphire, where you can tell if someone is trying to pull a fast one on you.

The moral of the story is don't try to lord your drinks over someone who probably knows a bit more about them than you. If you got the wrong thing before its probably because you didn't ask. Something like that, I just thought it was amusing.