There's this girl at my work who has been driving me crazy.
She's worked with me for about two weeks. We have been introduced several times, worked a few shifts together, and hung out with a bunch of people at the bar last night. When I came into work today, she asked me (again) if we had previously met. Short term memory loss, right? No big deal.
Last night she was shamelessly hitting on a good friend's boyfriend, asking another friend's sister (who she had never met) which male at the bar she should f*ck, and bragging about the guys that we work with that she had already slept with. Turns out she had slept with two of them on the same night, a few days after she started working with us. This girl is a piece of work.
Top this all off and I had to share a party with her tonight at work. Almost all of the previous strikes against her could have been forgiven if she had done a good job, but alas, she was one of the worst servers I have ever seen. No organization, no up-selling, and NO pre-bussing. How terribly dissapointing.
I really hope she gets fired.
Saturday, February 26, 2005
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Wednesday, February 23, 2005
The Dreaded Dentist
When I was younger, I had some pretty bad experiences at the dentist. They were probably no different than anyone else's, (aside from a root canal that was done incorrectly) but I developed a serious phobia. As a result, I didn't go to the dentist for about 5 years, maybe longer. I knew that I developed some cavities, but I still couldn't bring myself to make an appointment. One cavity in particular started hurting really bad, so I would put that toothache/numbing stuff on it to make the pain go away. After awhile I was putting the stuff on a few times a day. I woke up in the middle of the night one night to a pain like none I have ever experienced. It felt like one side of my face was on fire. I called my mom and she found a dentist in my town that would take me that morning. I had emergency dental surgery, and they removed the infected tooth. Ouch. I was pretty good about going to the dentist after that, but I soon sought out a different dentist. This dentist (the one that I go to now) actually used nitrous, my first legal experience with the wonderful drug. Oh, nitrous!
So this morning I had my six month check-up, which always goes just fine for me except for the driving there part, in which I have to force myself to pull into the office, park, and go inside. The other part that just drives me crazy is the polishing part. That gritty paste that covers a tool that sounds strangely like a drill really makes me want to crawl under a rock.
At least it's over. I have to have some cavities filled on March 8.... then I still have two more, plus a crown, and 3 wisdome teeth to come out. My dentist tells me that I am on the 3 year plan. Yay.
I hate the dentist. I hate myself for not going to the dentist for so long. And ugh, I hate that polish-y stuff. Gross.
So this morning I had my six month check-up, which always goes just fine for me except for the driving there part, in which I have to force myself to pull into the office, park, and go inside. The other part that just drives me crazy is the polishing part. That gritty paste that covers a tool that sounds strangely like a drill really makes me want to crawl under a rock.
At least it's over. I have to have some cavities filled on March 8.... then I still have two more, plus a crown, and 3 wisdome teeth to come out. My dentist tells me that I am on the 3 year plan. Yay.
I hate the dentist. I hate myself for not going to the dentist for so long. And ugh, I hate that polish-y stuff. Gross.
Tuesday, February 22, 2005
HAPPY BIRTHDAY LEEN!
Today is one of my best girl friend's birthday. Birthdays are a big deal to me, and I LOVE helping people celebrate. Especially this girl. Our birthdays are a little over a month apart, and in the past we have started partying on my birthday and not stopped until hers was over. Fabulous drunken celebrations that I will never forget but can't quite remember.
This year, there will be no celebration. NYC is far away from me, and that's where she is. While I am sure that she will have fun this evening with her city friends, I can't help but know she is missing out. Cause I won't be there, of course.
This issue all comes down to money. I am poor, rediculously poor. A flight to NY doesn't cost all that much, usually about 100 bucks, but between that and days missed at work, it is an impossibility. Something's gotta change.
All right, well, I hate being poor but Leen will be here next month and we will celebrate then. Watch out, it's probably going to get a little crazy.
This year, there will be no celebration. NYC is far away from me, and that's where she is. While I am sure that she will have fun this evening with her city friends, I can't help but know she is missing out. Cause I won't be there, of course.
This issue all comes down to money. I am poor, rediculously poor. A flight to NY doesn't cost all that much, usually about 100 bucks, but between that and days missed at work, it is an impossibility. Something's gotta change.
All right, well, I hate being poor but Leen will be here next month and we will celebrate then. Watch out, it's probably going to get a little crazy.
Monday, February 21, 2005
A Few Quick Things This Morning
I hate Monday morning. It is the only morning of the week that I have to work, and it conflicts greatly with my evening-based schedule, especially after a late fiesta with the girls last night.
It also drives me crazy that Hunter S. Thompson killed himself yesterday. There is simply no way to completely explain how much this disturbs me.
Fortunately there are some good things about today: IT'S POLAR BEAR DAY! Didn't think I was going to make it, but yoga was cancelled because of the snow. Does that mean that there is something good about snow? No, no. Don't get to excited, it's going to be freaking freezing out there.
It also drives me crazy that Hunter S. Thompson killed himself yesterday. There is simply no way to completely explain how much this disturbs me.
Fortunately there are some good things about today: IT'S POLAR BEAR DAY! Didn't think I was going to make it, but yoga was cancelled because of the snow. Does that mean that there is something good about snow? No, no. Don't get to excited, it's going to be freaking freezing out there.
Sunday, February 20, 2005
Here It Comes...
Living in Michigan is really hard for me for one basic reason... I hate and am terrified of snow. When I was in high school, I got frostbite on my feet quite a few times, and I can still feel the effects when it gets cold out. Cold is bad. Snow is much much worse.
It snowed on Christmas morning in 2002 and my mom and I were on our way to have breakfast at a friend's house. I was driving her new Saturn up a large hill when, almost to the top, the car spun to the left. Luckily, there were no cars on the road and I drove to the bottom of the hill to try again. Almost to the top, the same exact thing happened again (and why wouldn't it?) but this time a large SUV was coming over the top of the hill and hit the passengers side of the car full on. Thankfully my mom and I were not hurt, and niether was the family of four that were headed to the airport for a Christmas day flight to Disney World. Unfortunately my mother's new car was totalled.
It also snowed on Christmas morning 2003 and my mom was driving her new Alero containing my dog, cat, and myself home from up north where my grandparents were in order for me to see my dad that evening. We were singing gospel music and were about halfway home when we hit an icy patch and spun out across 4 lanes of traffic. Amazingly enough, no one swerved or hit our car so no other vehicles were involved. We spun into a veterans dedication highway sign which collapsed over the top of the car. All four of us were okay, (as my grandma would say, "PTL!") but the new car was not. Totalled again.
Niether of these accidents were as bad as the time I flipped my car a few times, sideways down a hill in the middle of summer.
Now it has snowed since early morning, in fact we are having "Thunder Snow" which I have never even heard of. Sounds scary.
It snowed on Christmas morning in 2002 and my mom and I were on our way to have breakfast at a friend's house. I was driving her new Saturn up a large hill when, almost to the top, the car spun to the left. Luckily, there were no cars on the road and I drove to the bottom of the hill to try again. Almost to the top, the same exact thing happened again (and why wouldn't it?) but this time a large SUV was coming over the top of the hill and hit the passengers side of the car full on. Thankfully my mom and I were not hurt, and niether was the family of four that were headed to the airport for a Christmas day flight to Disney World. Unfortunately my mother's new car was totalled.
It also snowed on Christmas morning 2003 and my mom was driving her new Alero containing my dog, cat, and myself home from up north where my grandparents were in order for me to see my dad that evening. We were singing gospel music and were about halfway home when we hit an icy patch and spun out across 4 lanes of traffic. Amazingly enough, no one swerved or hit our car so no other vehicles were involved. We spun into a veterans dedication highway sign which collapsed over the top of the car. All four of us were okay, (as my grandma would say, "PTL!") but the new car was not. Totalled again.
Niether of these accidents were as bad as the time I flipped my car a few times, sideways down a hill in the middle of summer.
Now it has snowed since early morning, in fact we are having "Thunder Snow" which I have never even heard of. Sounds scary.
Saturday, February 19, 2005
You Are My Favorite Friend, Didn't You Know That?
When I was in middle school, my english teacher really liked to play "favorites." At the beginning of the year he would pick a few people (usually the girls on his basketball team) who could do no wrong in his class. These people could spew a few horribly random words onto a peice of paper and still get an A. Meanwhile, my 'staggering works of heartbreaking genious' consistently went unnoticed. This was incredibly difficult for me because my best friend was one of the favorites, and I really really loved to write and would have died at that point to have some of my writing recognized as decent.
I have often been on the other end of the 'favorites spectrum.' The young teacher who supervised my exchange program to Russia thought I was the whip so I got away with a lot of stuff. A prof in college thought I had a voice for radio so an easy A was obvious. After awhile, the head chef at my work grew to love my sarcastic attitude and when I screw up an order it's not that big of a deal. Fabulous, right? It's awesome to be someone's favorite.
Not really. For every person that is treated like a favorite, there is someone out there unfairly being treated like shit. Without exception, every authority figure that I have known to play favorites also plays disfavorites. What is with these people? Why not treat people similarly in similar situations?
Playing favorites = not cool.
I have often been on the other end of the 'favorites spectrum.' The young teacher who supervised my exchange program to Russia thought I was the whip so I got away with a lot of stuff. A prof in college thought I had a voice for radio so an easy A was obvious. After awhile, the head chef at my work grew to love my sarcastic attitude and when I screw up an order it's not that big of a deal. Fabulous, right? It's awesome to be someone's favorite.
Not really. For every person that is treated like a favorite, there is someone out there unfairly being treated like shit. Without exception, every authority figure that I have known to play favorites also plays disfavorites. What is with these people? Why not treat people similarly in similar situations?
Playing favorites = not cool.
Thursday, February 17, 2005
We're All Just Shiny, Happy People Here, Really.
I really wish that all of my friends could just get along. It's far too much effort to remember if I should invite certain people to the same function because so and so stole whoevers boyfriend or this guy said this about this person and now everyone is pissed or those two made out and now she's a slut... or whatever. I feel that these issues may or may not be important, but when it's all about just hanging out, maybe they should be forgotten about. Or forgiven. Or whatever.
I can't really sum up exactly what I HATE about this ordeal, but be assured that I do hate it.
I can't really sum up exactly what I HATE about this ordeal, but be assured that I do hate it.
Tuesday, February 15, 2005
Just SIT THERE Why Don't You??!?
Worked again tonight and thank goodness Paule had the good sense to cut everyone but Eliz and I since it was super dead... while I really HATE it when work is slow, there was something else that happened that is a HUGE pet peeve of mine.
Why is it that when people come in fifteen minutes, hell, even two minutes before we close, they just can't seem to get the hint that I am tired and want to leave? Now, it's no big deal if they come in, want to get a quick bite and brew, and take off, cause I have closing work to do anyway. However, those people who sit there, talk, and eat VERY slowly, I have a problem with. I give last call, and they look at me like I'm crazy. "Can I order TWO drinks for last call?" No, no, you can't. Most of the lights get turned off, they look around like there is a power outage. Can't be that we would politely like them to leave. I drop the check. "Is there any coffee left?" No, no, there isn't. We dumped it like 20 minutes ago. THEN, they have the audacity to open the locked front door and sneak two friends in so they can chat. Meanwhile, I am covered in beer and soup, and would like to get home before my cat starves.
I REALLY HATE WAITING ON YUPPIES WHO THINK THEY ARE BETTER, SMARTER, AND MORE IMPORTANT THAN ME.
Why is it that when people come in fifteen minutes, hell, even two minutes before we close, they just can't seem to get the hint that I am tired and want to leave? Now, it's no big deal if they come in, want to get a quick bite and brew, and take off, cause I have closing work to do anyway. However, those people who sit there, talk, and eat VERY slowly, I have a problem with. I give last call, and they look at me like I'm crazy. "Can I order TWO drinks for last call?" No, no, you can't. Most of the lights get turned off, they look around like there is a power outage. Can't be that we would politely like them to leave. I drop the check. "Is there any coffee left?" No, no, there isn't. We dumped it like 20 minutes ago. THEN, they have the audacity to open the locked front door and sneak two friends in so they can chat. Meanwhile, I am covered in beer and soup, and would like to get home before my cat starves.
I REALLY HATE WAITING ON YUPPIES WHO THINK THEY ARE BETTER, SMARTER, AND MORE IMPORTANT THAN ME.
Monday, February 14, 2005
Unnecessary Testing
I have been working at the same restaurant for almost 3 years. I have been a server for almost 6 years. This is not bragging cause serving food to yuppies is nothing to brag about, but... I know my shit. If I waited on you, you might be delighted with the menu and service knowledge that I have. I am one of the best servers at my workplace.
Tell me why, then, is it that I had to be at work at 8 am this morning to take a menu test? And not just any menu test, an EXTENSIVE menu test. It took me an hour and I ACED it. We're talking 100 percent here, folks. Meanwhile, it took some people 3 hours.
This pisses me off for a few reasons.
First, my boss(es) should be observant enough to know that I know my shit. I answer all of the questions at "pre-shift" and they are always practically begging me to train new servers. Also, there is no end result to this testing. In all reality, nothing will happen to servers who failed the test. And I will in no means be rewarded for doing well. Finally, there are better things that I can be doing at 8 am. Like sleeping.
It will become obvious as this blog continues that I HATE MY JOB.
Tell me why, then, is it that I had to be at work at 8 am this morning to take a menu test? And not just any menu test, an EXTENSIVE menu test. It took me an hour and I ACED it. We're talking 100 percent here, folks. Meanwhile, it took some people 3 hours.
This pisses me off for a few reasons.
First, my boss(es) should be observant enough to know that I know my shit. I answer all of the questions at "pre-shift" and they are always practically begging me to train new servers. Also, there is no end result to this testing. In all reality, nothing will happen to servers who failed the test. And I will in no means be rewarded for doing well. Finally, there are better things that I can be doing at 8 am. Like sleeping.
It will become obvious as this blog continues that I HATE MY JOB.
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