Again, with the last table... Jeezus.

What da fuck is it with this shit, anyway?
Again, last night, my last table was from Hell. I don't want no more "last tables".
And, while that makes it sound like I'm just gonna keep picking up forever, I assure y'all that is NOT what I mean... *giggle*

I'd much rather stop f'ing with the (insane) public about 20 minutes before my shift ends, if that's okay, which it ain't.

Wanna know the biggest and most damaging myth about the service industry?

That utter BULLSHIT that the customer is always right.
Fuck they are.

The customer is always a scammin' little peckerhead with the memory capacity of a dead rodent is more like it.

Ya know, I can see where, real soon here, I'm gonna start with the "Being a Decent Customer" lessons. Won't do me any good, personally, because no one knows I have a computer, let alone Xfire, at that restaurant, nor will they find out from me, but if what I say here causes just one other server anywhere to NOT wind up in tears because of an asshole, it'll be worth it.

All in all, yesterday went well, screwups included. The reason I'm including them is because, first, I recovered well from them and second I learned from them.

One thing that happened that bears mentioning is the "The Rock" (the weight-lifting waiter) defended me, quite animatedly, to Beverly DeAngelo when she got shitty with me because she didn't understand my point of my question about this one order. He did and he jumped her ass and after that, he was the one who helped me out.
Let me tell ya... that's a rarity. Ususally, either it just doesn't matter to anybody when I'm "wronged" or I'm the one being defended against, so this was a nice change.

So... I survived six days in a row of that place, in more than one capacity.
I have yet to be yelled at by a cook (knocks on skull in lieu of wood).
I have yet to have a true moment of wanting to quit, although I have wondered once or twice just exactly what the hell I'm getting myself into.
I've not made as much as the long-time girls, but I ain't gonna complain, either.
And, considering the fact that I've spent several hours a day for the last six days in a high pressure atmosphere, inside of one small building with a buncha FEMALES and no one has been made to bleed yet, I think I'm doing pretty good.

I feel rather centered and calm, so far.

We'll see. I'll be going to see BL (Boss Lady- she was off the last two days) some time in the next day or so and Lord knows, she may have an entirely different read on the situation, hearing from everybody their opinions the way she does, but... in the meantime, I'm fine, as far as I know.

Besides which, I ain't got time to worry about it right now. In about a half an hour, I'll be taking out what is probably the last hay ride of this year. And, after that, I have to SUPER-clean this house, go grocery shopping sometime tonight AFTER 10PM, and then... tomorrow... heh. There are supposedly gonna be about 10 people here for dinner, but we all know how that goes, right? (Refer to last years pre-T-day entry. At least nobody is gonna be blowing up my car this year...)

All I know is: I'm gonna go get Bird-zilla and all the acoutrements, I'mina cook my ass off and anybody who's hungry can eat their heads off. I don't care what time, how many or for how long. I just wanna get thru this in one piece. (Thank the LORD I still have all that Tequila Rose...)

Oh, and I seriously doubt I wanna work Friday after alla that.

Other than that... I'm flexible, or "very bendy", to quote Phoebe Buffay.
Yeah, that's just what I need to start doing right now... becoming Phoebe. That'll help.

I gotta go get dressed.
Pray for me, if yer of a mind to, okay?
Thanks... *grin*

Peace

Posted by: Stevie at 10:13 AM

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