This is a top five list of things I dislike greatly:
5. Being patted on the head - I'm not a dog or a small child, please don't make me feel like one.
4. Ugh Boots in the summer - Really? Who made this a trend?
3. People my age calling me sweetie - I can handle it from grandparents or even my parents, but if you are in your 20's, come on.
2. Getting carded for a rated R movie - I HAVE to look older than 17.
1. Being talked about right in front of my face by people who "believe" they are whispering. - I CAN HEAR YOU, you idiot.
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Monday, January 7, 2008
Crap-o-la
I had a crap-o-la day at the restaurant yesterday. It has been unusually warm for January these past few days, and the heat is still on making it VERY warm and muggy. I wear short sleeves while working even when the windchill is below zero, so yesterday I was in misery. Well I was just in a bad mood to begin with, but it all came tumbling down (literally) once I sat this one party down at their table.
First off, they had a child. Okay, I'm not a kid hater, but families with children do take a bit longer to get situated than a family without kids. No big deal, I just waited to hand out the menus. Well, they needed a high chair - okay so I took one chair away and brought back a high chair. But because I had menus and and an updater in my hand as well, the highchair hit the back of my calves every step I took. I look forward to bruises there later. Okay, at this point I was a little annoyed, but still okay. Then the family tells me that the table had not been cleaned properly. Great, now because someone else didn't do their job, I look bad. So I pick up all the silverware, plates, and napkins to put them in the wash (they were sitting on a dirty table so I can't reuse them). Then I have someone wash off the table. Now I'm really annoyed with the situation - not with the family, just at the fact that I have to redo something that should have been done right the first time.
So I go back to pick up new silverware and plates at one station, and there isn't enough plates to cover the entire family. So I go to another station wherein I am thoroughly upset because it has now taken me 10 minutes to seat one party with other guests lining up in the lobby to be sat. I just grab the last plate and fumble and drop it. Of course it shatters into a million pieces right in the middle of the restaurant. Everyone looks over, and someone makes a smart comment like, "You really shouldn't throw dishes on the ground." YA THINK? THANKS! You know, normally it wouldn't bother me, but last night I had just had it. I find someone to clean up the mess I had just made, and make it back over to the table to give them their last plate and say, "Have a nice meal."
Thankfully I went home early last night. Once I made it out to my car, I cried. Ridiculous I know, but I felt better after I did.
Today will be better. :)
First off, they had a child. Okay, I'm not a kid hater, but families with children do take a bit longer to get situated than a family without kids. No big deal, I just waited to hand out the menus. Well, they needed a high chair - okay so I took one chair away and brought back a high chair. But because I had menus and and an updater in my hand as well, the highchair hit the back of my calves every step I took. I look forward to bruises there later. Okay, at this point I was a little annoyed, but still okay. Then the family tells me that the table had not been cleaned properly. Great, now because someone else didn't do their job, I look bad. So I pick up all the silverware, plates, and napkins to put them in the wash (they were sitting on a dirty table so I can't reuse them). Then I have someone wash off the table. Now I'm really annoyed with the situation - not with the family, just at the fact that I have to redo something that should have been done right the first time.
So I go back to pick up new silverware and plates at one station, and there isn't enough plates to cover the entire family. So I go to another station wherein I am thoroughly upset because it has now taken me 10 minutes to seat one party with other guests lining up in the lobby to be sat. I just grab the last plate and fumble and drop it. Of course it shatters into a million pieces right in the middle of the restaurant. Everyone looks over, and someone makes a smart comment like, "You really shouldn't throw dishes on the ground." YA THINK? THANKS! You know, normally it wouldn't bother me, but last night I had just had it. I find someone to clean up the mess I had just made, and make it back over to the table to give them their last plate and say, "Have a nice meal."
Thankfully I went home early last night. Once I made it out to my car, I cried. Ridiculous I know, but I felt better after I did.
Today will be better. :)
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