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I don't understand bidets so they've always scared me.
I completely understand and was the same way. My mom ended up getting one of these for my stepfather, and that is what got me hooked. This is attached to your toilet you have complete control over the flow of the water, you don't have to move and you just pat dry afterwards (nothing rubbing, brushing, or touching your inflamed area). These can hook up to your hot & cold water, so you can temperature control it too so you don't freeze your ass off (I crack me up). I personally have mine hooked to cold only, but the temperature thing is nice. If you try one of these, I promise you, you will NEVER go back! It is worth the research to get over being scared of.
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My great-grandmother died early this morning. She was 98. She was a survivor of breast cancer, two heart attacks, and a few mini-strokes, and she still was completely mobile and feisty up until the last two weeks or so. She got pneumonia at the beginning of the month, and even in the hospital she was cracking jokes with the nurses - she could be a bit of ham at times and was always quite cognizant of how adorable she was. Since she got out of the hospital she just started shutting down; last night when I went to visit her she could barely communicate at all because her mouth was so dry and cracked - she wasn't eating or drinking any more, and mentally we could definitely see some progressive dementia-type symptoms. Even though there really wasn't conversation to be had that wasn't in essence me and my family talking at her instead of with her, when it came time to say goodbye, she hugged me tighter than I expected from a 98-year-old dying woman, and I really feel like in that moment she knew that this would be the last time we'd see each other - and we each made it count. I'm sad, but I have no regrets, which I suppose is really the most one can ask for. I'm gonna miss that feisty old bird.
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My great-grandmother died early this morning. She was 98. She was a survivor of breast cancer, two heart attacks, and a few mini-strokes, and she still was completely mobile and feisty up until the last two weeks or so. She got pneumonia at the beginning of the month, and even in the hospital she was cracking jokes with the nurses - she could be a bit of ham at times and was always quite cognizant of how adorable she was. Since she got out of the hospital she just started shutting down; last night when I went to visit her she could barely communicate at all because her mouth was so dry and cracked - she wasn't eating or drinking any more, and mentally we could definitely see some progressive dementia-type symptoms. Even though there really wasn't conversation to be had that wasn't in essence me and my family talking at her instead of with her, when it came time to say goodbye, she hugged me tighter than I expected from a 98-year-old dying woman, and I really feel like in that moment she knew that this would be the last time we'd see each other - and we each made it count. I'm sad, but I have no regrets, which I suppose is really the most one can ask for. I'm gonna miss that feisty old bird.
Sounds like she went out just like she lived her life, can't ask for much more then that. Glad you got to say one last goodbye
My great-grandmother died early this morning. She was 98. She was a survivor of breast cancer, two heart attacks, and a few mini-strokes, and she still was completely mobile and feisty up until the last two weeks or so. She got pneumonia at the beginning of the month, and even in the hospital she was cracking jokes with the nurses - she could be a bit of ham at times and was always quite cognizant of how adorable she was. Since she got out of the hospital she just started shutting down; last night when I went to visit her she could barely communicate at all because her mouth was so dry and cracked - she wasn't eating or drinking any more, and mentally we could definitely see some progressive dementia-type symptoms. Even though there really wasn't conversation to be had that wasn't in essence me and my family talking at her instead of with her, when it came time to say goodbye, she hugged me tighter than I expected from a 98-year-old dying woman, and I really feel like in that moment she knew that this would be the last time we'd see each other - and we each made it count. I'm sad, but I have no regrets, which I suppose is really the most one can ask for. I'm gonna miss that feisty old bird.
I'm sorry for your loss Jaz. She seemed to live a full life though and brought joy to lots of people during her time here. It's awesome that you had such a peaceful final time with her and got to say goodbye. That's not something everyone gets. Thinking about you. <3
I'm always struck at a bit of a loss when someone loses especially a grandparent, not to sound like a dick. Super sad fer your loss, Jaz. But glad you got to be with them in the end. I only met both sets of grandparents and my step-grandfather about five or six times each before they all passed. Maybe eight total visits with my grandmothers, but I just never got to know them all that well.
restaurants really should require gratuity on holidays.
last night was among one of the worst shifts I've ever worked. it was the longest shift I've worked at my current restaurant (they're really grueling shifts. we're a super high-volume restaurant. 2 stories, usually 18 servers on a fri/sat, usually around 700-800 people in reservations on a saturday night...) we had 1,600 people in reservations last night. we were busy from ~3PM - midnight. I ran my ass off the entire time. and I have never received such consistently bad tips. I received 42 fucking cents from someone - IN COINS. had SO MANY 10% or below tips. got $23 on a $310 tab. got TWO FUCKING DOLLARS AND SOME CHANGE on a $75 tab. so many $5-$6 tips on $60-$70 tabs. I just can't even handle it. I was so angry at the end of my shift. I made barely over what I would make on a normal friday/saturday, and worked twice as hard.
you just get all of the cheap mother fuckers who never do anything in public in their normal lives, and then they come out of their fucking hobbit hole on holidays like this (new years eve is another good example) and just have no fucking respect or etiquette. and then they expect to be treated with royalty or that there should be something special for every meal because it's effing valentine's day. "do you guys have a special valentine's menu?" (and then passive aggressively giving you a rude response when there isn't one) "this ambiance isn't quite as romantic as I was hoping.." "can you announce something for my girlfriend over the loudspeaker?" "what do we get for our valentine's celebration?" <-- all real fucking comments. the people bitching about the ambience were pissed because they were in a booth near a window, and it was "too bright in the booth to be romantic"... THEY WERE EATING DINNER AT 4 FUCKING PM. also. I DON'T CARE.
whatever. we all partied after. and I don't have to go back there for another week. so hopefully my disdain will shed by then.
restaurants really should require gratuity on holidays.
last night was among one of the worst shifts I've ever worked. it was the longest shift I've worked at my current restaurant (they're really grueling shifts. we're a super high-volume restaurant. 2 stories, usually 18 servers on a fri/sat, usually around 700-800 people in reservations on a saturday night...) we had 1,600 people in reservations last night. we were busy from ~3PM - midnight. I ran my ass off the entire time. and I have never received such consistently bad tips. I received 42 fucking cents from someone - IN COINS. had SO MANY 10% or below tips. got $23 on a $310 tab. got TWO FUCKING DOLLARS AND SOME CHANGE on a $75 tab. so many $5-$6 tips on $60-$70 tabs. I just can't even handle it. I was so angry at the end of my shift. I made barely over what I would make on a normal friday/saturday, and worked twice as hard.
you just get all of the cheap mother fuckers who never do anything in public in their normal lives, and then they come out of their fucking hobbit hole on holidays like this (new years eve is another good example) and just have no fucking respect or etiquette. and then they expect to be treated with royalty or that there should be something special for every meal because it's effing valentine's day. "do you guys have a special valentine's menu?" (and then passive aggressively giving you a rude response when there isn't one) "this ambiance isn't quite as romantic as I was hoping.." "can you announce something for my girlfriend over the loudspeaker?" "what do we get for our valentine's celebration?" <-- all real fucking comments. the people bitching about the ambience were pissed because they were in a booth near a window, and it was "too bright in the booth to be romantic"... THEY WERE EATING DINNER AT 4 FUCKING PM. also. I DON'T CARE.
whatever. we all partied after. and I don't have to go back there for another week. so hopefully my disdain will shed by then.
Ugh, people are horrible. I was hoping that one snap was your sole jerkstore of the evening, sorry to see it wasn't! If times are tough, go somewhere cheaper or make dinner at home, ya turkeys! We went out for pizza, the ambiance was lovely.
What do you even say when people make those ridiculous requests? I don't think I could ever be a server without biting my tongue right off. SORRY, I CAN'T TURN OFF THE SUN!
restaurants really should require gratuity on holidays.
last night was among one of the worst shifts I've ever worked. it was the longest shift I've worked at my current restaurant (they're really grueling shifts. we're a super high-volume restaurant. 2 stories, usually 18 servers on a fri/sat, usually around 700-800 people in reservations on a saturday night...) we had 1,600 people in reservations last night. we were busy from ~3PM - midnight. I ran my ass off the entire time. and I have never received such consistently bad tips. I received 42 fucking cents from someone - IN COINS. had SO MANY 10% or below tips. got $23 on a $310 tab. got TWO FUCKING DOLLARS AND SOME CHANGE on a $75 tab. so many $5-$6 tips on $60-$70 tabs. I just can't even handle it. I was so angry at the end of my shift. I made barely over what I would make on a normal friday/saturday, and worked twice as hard.
you just get all of the cheap mother fuckers who never do anything in public in their normal lives, and then they come out of their fucking hobbit hole on holidays like this (new years eve is another good example) and just have no fucking respect or etiquette. and then they expect to be treated with royalty or that there should be something special for every meal because it's effing valentine's day. "do you guys have a special valentine's menu?" (and then passive aggressively giving you a rude response when there isn't one) "this ambiance isn't quite as romantic as I was hoping.." "can you announce something for my girlfriend over the loudspeaker?" "what do we get for our valentine's celebration?" <-- all real fucking comments. the people bitching about the ambience were pissed because they were in a booth near a window, and it was "too bright in the booth to be romantic"... THEY WERE EATING DINNER AT 4 FUCKING PM. also. I DON'T CARE.
whatever. we all partied after. and I don't have to go back there for another week. so hopefully my disdain will shed by then.
Paging abrakapokus. I remember hearing many similar rants in her serving days.
restaurants really should require gratuity on holidays.
last night was among one of the worst shifts I've ever worked. it was the longest shift I've worked at my current restaurant (they're really grueling shifts. we're a super high-volume restaurant. 2 stories, usually 18 servers on a fri/sat, usually around 700-800 people in reservations on a saturday night...) we had 1,600 people in reservations last night. we were busy from ~3PM - midnight. I ran my ass off the entire time. and I have never received such consistently bad tips. I received 42 fucking cents from someone - IN COINS. had SO MANY 10% or below tips. got $23 on a $310 tab. got TWO FUCKING DOLLARS AND SOME CHANGE on a $75 tab. so many $5-$6 tips on $60-$70 tabs. I just can't even handle it. I was so angry at the end of my shift. I made barely over what I would make on a normal friday/saturday, and worked twice as hard.
you just get all of the cheap mother fuckers who never do anything in public in their normal lives, and then they come out of their fucking hobbit hole on holidays like this (new years eve is another good example) and just have no fucking respect or etiquette. and then they expect to be treated with royalty or that there should be something special for every meal because it's effing valentine's day. "do you guys have a special valentine's menu?" (and then passive aggressively giving you a rude response when there isn't one) "this ambiance isn't quite as romantic as I was hoping.." "can you announce something for my girlfriend over the loudspeaker?" "what do we get for our valentine's celebration?" <-- all real fucking comments. the people bitching about the ambience were pissed because they were in a booth near a window, and it was "too bright in the booth to be romantic"... THEY WERE EATING DINNER AT 4 FUCKING PM. also. I DON'T CARE.
whatever. we all partied after. and I don't have to go back there for another week. so hopefully my disdain will shed by then.
Ugh, people are horrible. I was hoping that one snap was your sole jerkstore of the evening, sorry to see it wasn't! If times are tough, go somewhere cheaper or make dinner at home, ya turkeys! We went out for pizza, the ambiance was lovely.
What do you even say when people make those ridiculous requests? I don't think I could ever be a server without biting my tongue right off. SORRY, I CAN'T TURN OFF THE SUN!
I searched and searched and searched and I couldn't find a single gif of Steve Brule saying "ya turkey!" That is so disappointing.
And yea smellycat, that sucks. I miss serving sometimes because I had soooo much fun when I was a server, but it's stories like this that remind me how much it sucked sometimes. I find it insane that someone complained about the ambiance... That's a new one.
the dude who complained about the ambiance was a real treat. he was so rude to me when I first came up to them. he complained to the hosts multiple times until they moved him to somewhere darker. once he started complaining I more or less tried to say things to get him to move from my table because I knew I would be miserable. he just went on and on about his "romantic night" and how it was "so below his expectations" (and by it I mean the booth, because he hadn't even looked at the food or drink menu) and they didn't come there to not have a special night and that it just wasn't cutting it and complaining about how many tables there were in the restaurant (?????).... all while rolling his eyes when I would tell him I had no control over seating when there were almost two thousand people coming in.... so dumb. we don't even normally open until 4:30 - it was 4:00. of course it's not going to be "romantic" it's fucking daylight out.
people just don't get it. it's so frustratingly obvious that these holidays just bring out the worst people. oh well. if it hadn't been such a LONNNNG grueling shift, it would be easier to just brush off.
I mean, there are usually a few shitty tables I'll have in a night, but this was extreme. I had probably 40 tables over the night... and I would say almost 20 of them were in the "wow we haven't entered into the public in years and don't know how to act like decent human beings..." category. ugh. and I don't get people who feel like they can tip in kindness. they're so nice and write notes like "thank you so much! you were awesome!!" and then leave you the shittiest tip.
I'm just fucking ranting again at this point. usually I love my serving job and it's usually much much less frustrating. it is most definitely due to the holiday and all the crazies who come out.
restaurants really should require gratuity on holidays.
last night was among one of the worst shifts I've ever worked. it was the longest shift I've worked at my current restaurant (they're really grueling shifts. we're a super high-volume restaurant. 2 stories, usually 18 servers on a fri/sat, usually around 700-800 people in reservations on a saturday night...) we had 1,600 people in reservations last night. we were busy from ~3PM - midnight. I ran my ass off the entire time. and I have never received such consistently bad tips. I received 42 fucking cents from someone - IN COINS. had SO MANY 10% or below tips. got $23 on a $310 tab. got TWO FUCKING DOLLARS AND SOME CHANGE on a $75 tab. so many $5-$6 tips on $60-$70 tabs. I just can't even handle it. I was so angry at the end of my shift. I made barely over what I would make on a normal friday/saturday, and worked twice as hard.
you just get all of the cheap mother fuckers who never do anything in public in their normal lives, and then they come out of their fucking hobbit hole on holidays like this (new years eve is another good example) and just have no fucking respect or etiquette. and then they expect to be treated with royalty or that there should be something special for every meal because it's effing valentine's day. "do you guys have a special valentine's menu?" (and then passive aggressively giving you a rude response when there isn't one) "this ambiance isn't quite as romantic as I was hoping.." "can you announce something for my girlfriend over the loudspeaker?" "what do we get for our valentine's celebration?" <-- all real fucking comments. the people bitching about the ambience were pissed because they were in a booth near a window, and it was "too bright in the booth to be romantic"... THEY WERE EATING DINNER AT 4 FUCKING PM. also. I DON'T CARE.
whatever. we all partied after. and I don't have to go back there for another week. so hopefully my disdain will shed by then.
Ugh, people are horrible. I was hoping that one snap was your sole jerkstore of the evening, sorry to see it wasn't! If times are tough, go somewhere cheaper or make dinner at home, ya turkeys! We went out for pizza, the ambiance was lovely.
What do you even say when people make those ridiculous requests? I don't think I could ever be a server without biting my tongue right off. SORRY, I CAN'T TURN OFF THE SUN!
I think I've been doing it for so long that somehow I keep it in. but jesus, I would have loved to have told him I can't turn off the god damn sun.
people just don't get it. it's so frustratingly obvious that these holidays just bring out the worst people. oh well. if it hadn't been such a LONNNNG grueling shift, it would be easier to just brush off.
Repeating "They're just stressed out bc of the holidays" over and over is the only way I avoided murdering someone when I worked retail during Christmas. I always had a slow, steady decline in attitude as the shopping season got closer to Christmas just because I was so tired from working and dealing with extra saucy people all day every day.
I think I've been doing it for so long that somehow I keep it in.
There is definitely a bonus to having experience in dealing with difficult people like that. In the end, you'd like to yell at them, but you learn that it won't do anything positive to the situation. If you would have snapped on him, the odds are on you getting yelled at by your manager and then watching them be smug as fuck after the manager comps part of their meal because you were rude to them.
There are far too many jerks and assholes in this world. People who have no concept of other people are the worst kind of people. Also fuck cancer, fuck banks and mortgages, and don't even get me started on how much I dislike the drunk, thieving, cyclone of destruction and misery that is my brother. I know I shouldn't complain since I have roof over my head a food in my belly, but sometimes all this shit gets to me and becomes overwhelming to the point I just have to rant about it. So I will end my rant with a little story. The other day I took my mom to her oncology appointment after they finally figured out why the tumor in here neck wasn't responding to her chemo like the rest of her cancer did. Well turns out it's a different type of cancer so she needs a different chemo. Now she is gonna get some old school nasty IV stuff which should be not fun at all. Well anyway they doctor was talking about it all and describing the side effects and how she will need a port and lots of fun stuff. This all reminded me of the Archer plot line with cancer and I kinda spaced out and started thinking of Archer. Then I heard the doctor use the term "danger zone" and almost burst out laughing which would have been fun and awkward to explain. I guess my point is that there is humor everywhere if you keep yourself opened to it. Ok that's the end of my rant, have a great day everyone!
There are far too many jerks and assholes in this world. People who have no concept of other people are the worst kind of people. Also fuck cancer, fuck banks and mortgages, and don't even get me started on how much I dislike the drunk, thieving, cyclone of destruction and misery that is my brother. I know I shouldn't complain since I have roof over my head a food in my belly, but sometimes all this shit gets to me and becomes overwhelming to the point I just have to rant about it. So I will end my rant with a little story. The other day I took my mom to her oncology appointment after they finally figured out why the tumor in here neck wasn't responding to her chemo like the rest of her cancer did. Well turns out it's a different type of cancer so she needs a different chemo. Now she is gonna get some old school nasty IV stuff which should be not fun at all. Well anyway they doctor was talking about it all and describing the side effects and how she will need a port and lots of fun stuff. This all reminded me of the Archer plot line with cancer and I kinda spaced out and started thinking of Archer. Then I heard the doctor use the term "danger zone" and almost burst out laughing which would have been fun and awkward to explain. I guess my point is that there is humor everywhere if you keep yourself opened to it. Ok that's the end of my rant, have a great day everyone!
Post by itrainmonkeys on Feb 15, 2015 17:48:27 GMT -5
So sorry Siggy. Don't feel bad about venting even though you've got a roof over your head. I sometimes tend to feel bad about complaining about certain things because of how lucky I've been in life to not have to struggle as hard as others but sometimes you just get overwhelmed with stuff and need to get it out.
Sorry to hear all the news with your family and the frustrations it's causing. I'm glad you can still find the humor in things. It definitely helps. Sending positive thoughts your way.
There are far too many jerks and assholes in this world. People who have no concept of other people are the worst kind of people. Also fuck cancer, fuck banks and mortgages, and don't even get me started on how much I dislike the drunk, thieving, cyclone of destruction and misery that is my brother. I know I shouldn't complain since I have roof over my head a food in my belly, but sometimes all this shit gets to me and becomes overwhelming to the point I just have to rant about it. So I will end my rant with a little story. The other day I took my mom to her oncology appointment after they finally figured out why the tumor in here neck wasn't responding to her chemo like the rest of her cancer did. Well turns out it's a different type of cancer so she needs a different chemo. Now she is gonna get some old school nasty IV stuff which should be not fun at all. Well anyway they doctor was talking about it all and describing the side effects and how she will need a port and lots of fun stuff. This all reminded me of the Archer plot line with cancer and I kinda spaced out and started thinking of Archer. Then I heard the doctor use the term "danger zone" and almost burst out laughing which would have been fun and awkward to explain. I guess my point is that there is humor everywhere if you keep yourself opened to it. Ok that's the end of my rant, have a great day everyone!
i'm sorry to hear about your mama, siggy. thinking of you buddy.
There are far too many jerks and assholes in this world. People who have no concept of other people are the worst kind of people. Also fuck cancer, fuck banks and mortgages, and don't even get me started on how much I dislike the drunk, thieving, cyclone of destruction and misery that is my brother. I know I shouldn't complain since I have roof over my head a food in my belly, but sometimes all this shit gets to me and becomes overwhelming to the point I just have to rant about it. So I will end my rant with a little story. The other day I took my mom to her oncology appointment after they finally figured out why the tumor in here neck wasn't responding to her chemo like the rest of her cancer did. Well turns out it's a different type of cancer so she needs a different chemo. Now she is gonna get some old school nasty IV stuff which should be not fun at all. Well anyway they doctor was talking about it all and describing the side effects and how she will need a port and lots of fun stuff. This all reminded me of the Archer plot line with cancer and I kinda spaced out and started thinking of Archer. Then I heard the doctor use the term "danger zone" and almost burst out laughing which would have been fun and awkward to explain. I guess my point is that there is humor everywhere if you keep yourself opened to it. Ok that's the end of my rant, have a great day everyone!
Hang on. It's only going to get worse before it gets better. But she has you, that's the important thing. Thinking of you guys.
There are far too many jerks and assholes in this world. People who have no concept of other people are the worst kind of people. Also fuck cancer, fuck banks and mortgages, and don't even get me started on how much I dislike the drunk, thieving, cyclone of destruction and misery that is my brother. I know I shouldn't complain since I have roof over my head a food in my belly, but sometimes all this shit gets to me and becomes overwhelming to the point I just have to rant about it. So I will end my rant with a little story. The other day I took my mom to her oncology appointment after they finally figured out why the tumor in here neck wasn't responding to her chemo like the rest of her cancer did. Well turns out it's a different type of cancer so she needs a different chemo. Now she is gonna get some old school nasty IV stuff which should be not fun at all. Well anyway they doctor was talking about it all and describing the side effects and how she will need a port and lots of fun stuff. This all reminded me of the Archer plot line with cancer and I kinda spaced out and started thinking of Archer. Then I heard the doctor use the term "danger zone" and almost burst out laughing which would have been fun and awkward to explain. I guess my point is that there is humor everywhere if you keep yourself opened to it. Ok that's the end of my rant, have a great day everyone!
restaurants really should require gratuity on holidays.
last night was among one of the worst shifts I've ever worked. it was the longest shift I've worked at my current restaurant (they're really grueling shifts. we're a super high-volume restaurant. 2 stories, usually 18 servers on a fri/sat, usually around 700-800 people in reservations on a saturday night...) we had 1,600 people in reservations last night. we were busy from ~3PM - midnight. I ran my ass off the entire time. and I have never received such consistently bad tips. I received 42 fucking cents from someone - IN COINS. had SO MANY 10% or below tips. got $23 on a $310 tab. got TWO FUCKING DOLLARS AND SOME CHANGE on a $75 tab. so many $5-$6 tips on $60-$70 tabs. I just can't even handle it. I was so angry at the end of my shift. I made barely over what I would make on a normal friday/saturday, and worked twice as hard.
you just get all of the cheap mother fuckers who never do anything in public in their normal lives, and then they come out of their fucking hobbit hole on holidays like this (new years eve is another good example) and just have no fucking respect or etiquette. and then they expect to be treated with royalty or that there should be something special for every meal because it's effing valentine's day. "do you guys have a special valentine's menu?" (and then passive aggressively giving you a rude response when there isn't one) "this ambiance isn't quite as romantic as I was hoping.." "can you announce something for my girlfriend over the loudspeaker?" "what do we get for our valentine's celebration?" <-- all real fucking comments. the people bitching about the ambience were pissed because they were in a booth near a window, and it was "too bright in the booth to be romantic"... THEY WERE EATING DINNER AT 4 FUCKING PM. also. I DON'T CARE.
whatever. we all partied after. and I don't have to go back there for another week. so hopefully my disdain will shed by then.
I feel you, girl! Hell, I had some dude stiff me and my other bartender because his credit card was declined. You paid in cash asshole, and it's not my fault you can't manage your money.
restaurants really should require gratuity on holidays.
last night was among one of the worst shifts I've ever worked. it was the longest shift I've worked at my current restaurant (they're really grueling shifts. we're a super high-volume restaurant. 2 stories, usually 18 servers on a fri/sat, usually around 700-800 people in reservations on a saturday night...) we had 1,600 people in reservations last night. we were busy from ~3PM - midnight. I ran my ass off the entire time. and I have never received such consistently bad tips. I received 42 fucking cents from someone - IN COINS. had SO MANY 10% or below tips. got $23 on a $310 tab. got TWO FUCKING DOLLARS AND SOME CHANGE on a $75 tab. so many $5-$6 tips on $60-$70 tabs. I just can't even handle it. I was so angry at the end of my shift. I made barely over what I would make on a normal friday/saturday, and worked twice as hard.
you just get all of the cheap mother fuckers who never do anything in public in their normal lives, and then they come out of their fucking hobbit hole on holidays like this (new years eve is another good example) and just have no fucking respect or etiquette. and then they expect to be treated with royalty or that there should be something special for every meal because it's effing valentine's day. "do you guys have a special valentine's menu?" (and then passive aggressively giving you a rude response when there isn't one) "this ambiance isn't quite as romantic as I was hoping.." "can you announce something for my girlfriend over the loudspeaker?" "what do we get for our valentine's celebration?" <-- all real fucking comments. the people bitching about the ambience were pissed because they were in a booth near a window, and it was "too bright in the booth to be romantic"... THEY WERE EATING DINNER AT 4 FUCKING PM. also. I DON'T CARE.
whatever. we all partied after. and I don't have to go back there for another week. so hopefully my disdain will shed by then.
I feel your pain, smellycat. From my time working at a restaurant, two of the most hellish shifts I can recall were waiting tables on Valentine's Day, and delivering pizza on Superbowl Sunday (during a blizzard in Boston, while the Pats were playing... what joy!). Allow me to re-enact a common conversation from the former:
Entitled Customer: hey, can we have that table there? In the private section you've clearly cordoned off? And maybe throw in a bunch of comped food and drink? Fancier than your usual stuff, too; it's a pretty special night for us. Bro, I know you got me, bro.
Me (internal monologue): uhhh, no I do not "got you" bro, because you came to a Bertucci's on Valentine's Day, not a Smith & Wollensky's - which is fine if you're in the mood for a low-key pizza night, but don't act so shocked that a casual dining chain is, in fact, *gasp* casual.
Me (actual response): ...I'll see what I can do.
I've got many more tales, like the woman who asked to sit in the courtyard and then insisted we turn up the thermostat for the entire 5-storey mall. Or shall I mention the gorgeous 3-storey house in the dead centre of Lexington Mass (median household income ~$200k) that used to always tip exclusively in nickels and dimes? And I'm not talking about a fat stack of coins - usually a buck or so on a $50 order, you stingy shits. On the plus side, I hear 2% is the new 20%.
restaurants really should require gratuity on holidays.
last night was among one of the worst shifts I've ever worked. it was the longest shift I've worked at my current restaurant (they're really grueling shifts. we're a super high-volume restaurant. 2 stories, usually 18 servers on a fri/sat, usually around 700-800 people in reservations on a saturday night...) we had 1,600 people in reservations last night. we were busy from ~3PM - midnight. I ran my ass off the entire time. and I have never received such consistently bad tips. I received 42 fucking cents from someone - IN COINS. had SO MANY 10% or below tips. got $23 on a $310 tab. got TWO FUCKING DOLLARS AND SOME CHANGE on a $75 tab. so many $5-$6 tips on $60-$70 tabs. I just can't even handle it. I was so angry at the end of my shift. I made barely over what I would make on a normal friday/saturday, and worked twice as hard.
you just get all of the cheap mother fuckers who never do anything in public in their normal lives, and then they come out of their fucking hobbit hole on holidays like this (new years eve is another good example) and just have no fucking respect or etiquette. and then they expect to be treated with royalty or that there should be something special for every meal because it's effing valentine's day. "do you guys have a special valentine's menu?" (and then passive aggressively giving you a rude response when there isn't one) "this ambiance isn't quite as romantic as I was hoping.." "can you announce something for my girlfriend over the loudspeaker?" "what do we get for our valentine's celebration?" <-- all real fucking comments. the people bitching about the ambience were pissed because they were in a booth near a window, and it was "too bright in the booth to be romantic"... THEY WERE EATING DINNER AT 4 FUCKING PM. also. I DON'T CARE.
whatever. we all partied after. and I don't have to go back there for another week. so hopefully my disdain will shed by then.
I was just telling my BF, how I feel bad for servers who work on Valentine's day, bc I remember how bad it was when I waited. On my last day ever as a server, I remember I had gotten the change for a tip from a table. I picked it up off the table, ran after them and threw the 35 cents at them while yelling, "You forgot your change!!!" It was one of the best moments of my life still to this day.