The Price  

willudomeharder 39F
194 posts
4/14/2006 2:55 pm

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4/20/2006 7:34 am

The Price


First of all....I would like to wish everyone out there in Blog-land a very Happy Easter. Unfortunately I will be working all weekend...but that's OK. When you're a child of divorce...sometimes it's better to not go anywhere on holidays, as opposed to "choosing" which side you'll celebrate at.

A topic I have been wanting to get off my chest for quite some time is this: Where has common fucking courtesy gone? I have two jobs - my full time, M-F, 8-5 er, is working for a small, privately owned company. I hold a position of some prestigue and am compensated very well for it. I also bartend part time (2 to 3 nights a week). On the rare occasion I get a whole weekend off, or even a night off when i don't fall asleep before 10:00, I like to go out & have fun. Never, ever ever ever ever ever EVER would I think of talking to a bartender/waitress/busboy/server the way I have had some people talk to/treat me when I'm working.

****IMPORTANT BULLETIN****

Bartenders and waitresses ARE NOT YOUR PERSONAL SERVANTS.

Yes, it is our job to get your order, make you what you want, and then take it to you. However, DO NOT talk "down" to us. There are two really great phrases people should remember "please" and "thank you." You are not better than us, so please, just becasue in this instant in time, it happens to be my job to get you what you need, do NOT assume that you have some kind of right to a sense of superiority over me.

Please keep in mind...I work in a small town bar. 9 times out of 10 I am the only one there. This means, I'm the bartender/waitress/cook/bouncer. Normally I love my job...but I had a very bad night last night, and I need to bitch a little. Here are some of my favorite customers:

GROWN men (over 60) who are proud of the fact that they sit in a bar EVERY NIGHT - literally - and drink their whiskey and water in less than 7 minutes each, and then sit at a table - again literally - 10 feet from the bar and YELL at the top of their lungs that they want another before their existing drink is half gone. Heaven forbid they get up...walk the ten feet to the bar. No, they'll sit there and whine and bitch and piss and moan...even if I'm running my ass of making other people's orders...until I bring them their drinks...take their money..then bring them back their change..collect their empties, dump their ashtray...and then get back behind the bar just in time to have then hollering at me again. Tips, you think? hee hee hee...where I work...a majority of the drinks end in 75 cents. This generally means I get alot of $3.00 for a $2.75 drink....but I get to keep the quarter. CHA-CHING!

Then, you have the crotchety old women...who...again are there - literally - EVERY night...drink the cheapest beer possible, want you to turn the TV to their "programs" and never leave a tip. Complaining about the jukebox being too loud...gossip about everyone in town, play pickle cards until they're broke...and want extra napkins and all the freebies they can get.

Then there are the college boys.....I swear, sometimes I want to leave when i see a big group of them walk in. Sauntering in, in their straw cowboy hats from American Eagle, boys (yes I do mean boys) that have more product in their hair than I do, wearing poca shell necklaces, and weighing less than 100 pounds dripping wet.....then acting incredibly offended when I ask for their ID. Blasting the jukebox....wanting pitchers of beer...lol..one pitcher and 6 glasses with a couple sides of tomato juice.
Come on you pansies! Learn to drink!
Blasting the jukebox, pissing off the old women, dropping f-bombs and abusing my pool table..calling eachother "bitch" and trying to convince everyone in the room that they should feel priviledged to be there.

The BEST (dripping sarcasm) are the college girls. Stumbling in the door, weighing all of 95 pounds, wearing tanktops when it's 30 degrees outside, pants so low you can see the tops of their thongs, showing their hag tags and flipping their overly-processed hair. Laughing that annoying high pitched laugh....saying "Oh my God" in every single sentence...and ordering some pansy ass liquor....with diet coke.

However...I would SO much rather deal with all of the above, than have to put up with even one of these: Middle aged guy, comes in already drunk. When did it become OK for drunk 40 to 50 year old men to touch every female in ther eyeline? It is NOT OK to rub my shoulders. It is NOT OK for you to put your arm around me while I'm asking what you'd like to drink, and I swear to god if one more man touches/slaps/grabs my ass "just to get my attention" I will backhand them so fucking hard their mother will feel it!

Whheeeeeeeeeewwww......OK...long exhale.
Maybe I'm getting a little too burnt out on the bartending front. Maybe I should try the whole "only working one job" thing.

Happy Easter everyone!

dasher121 36M

4/14/2006 8:41 pm

whoa! those are some lame ass college boys that you deal with!!! hahaha, but to each their own i guess.

I dont know, when i was in school we were pretty cool about shit and layed back, dressed like your average dude, and actually drank!!!

And def agree with you on rude peeps. ive worked in restaurants and other places dealing with the public. people can be down right ass's about things.


SlungSpeltDrugs 57M
82 posts
4/16/2006 2:30 am

My momma always taught me to treat every woman as though I was talking with her. I passed this onto my son and he will pass it on also. Manners start at home along with respect of others


mrgrimshade 44M

4/17/2006 4:03 pm

Loved reading your blogs...I work two jobs...one a good job 40 hours plus another one 4 days for another 32...anyway I am amazed by the rude and impolite people out there that can be so thoughtless...SMACK em all

Grim

unfortunately paid to be polite...give em A+ service and all


rm_slydog4j 32M

4/20/2006 12:53 am

not all college guys are like that. anyways thanks for the wink a few days ago. if you want to get in touch with me contact me


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