dearest folks and friends,
happy sunday. at last i find a moment to sit in front of my computer long enough to type something. life is be-au-ti-ful here. i love my new job. the kitchen in organized very mindfully, and the recipies are mostly pretty easy. i like that i only have to deal with customers once a week. (i'd prefer not at all, but meh, what are you going to do?) the one day that i do work a breakfast shift, and have to deal with people, has fueled a sort of diatribe in my head. hope y'all won't mind my venting for a moment.
this is not directed at you, personally, more it is a list of things i wish i could say to all bad mannered customers:
1.) i am a cook, sometimes i bring you your food. i serve you in the resteraunt, but that is not my identity and that is not all that i am cabable of. my purpose in life is not to play fetch for you.
2) i have a name, which i will kindly share with you if you ask me. i'm a friendly person. mostly. however, i can tell you right now, my name is not: honey, babe, missy, hey you gal, sweet tits, or the myriad of other impersonal or too familiar names i've been hearing.
3.) i don't wear 8 inch heels and a G string to work for a reason. this is a RESTERAUNT!!! don't pinch me.
(this is directed at the horrible pervy fat man who pinched my waist last sunday. i could see him reaching for me this sunday too, but i was faster and moved a few paces back) ICK!!!!
4.) Just cause it's an open kitchen, and you can see me cooking, does not give you the right to hover over me while i'm working, asking me when your food will be ready. that is a good way for your food to "accidentally" wind up too cold, burned, or (*oops) sneezed on.
5.) Yes, we close at said time. and you're here five minutes before said time, and looking rather perplexed that we're not thrilled to be at your beck and call. yes, you made it just before closing time. however, how would you like it if i called you up and asked if you wanted to hang out. "sure," you say, "but i'm going to bed at 10:00". would it be in good taste for me to knock on your door at 9:55 with a case of pabst and some movies?
so enough bitching about work, i really do love it. i just think that some people need better training on customer ettiquite. sheesh.
my trip to the desert was amazing! we had a fabulous time. made some beautiful art, had some nice wanders, and some pretty indescribable experiences. my poor boobs got sunburned a little bit. you'll be able to see in the pictures below. they have since healed. but ouch.
so the first is one i took of my man spinning fire. the last three he took of us as we were waking up one morning.
awwww sappiness.
happy sunday. at last i find a moment to sit in front of my computer long enough to type something. life is be-au-ti-ful here. i love my new job. the kitchen in organized very mindfully, and the recipies are mostly pretty easy. i like that i only have to deal with customers once a week. (i'd prefer not at all, but meh, what are you going to do?) the one day that i do work a breakfast shift, and have to deal with people, has fueled a sort of diatribe in my head. hope y'all won't mind my venting for a moment.
this is not directed at you, personally, more it is a list of things i wish i could say to all bad mannered customers:
1.) i am a cook, sometimes i bring you your food. i serve you in the resteraunt, but that is not my identity and that is not all that i am cabable of. my purpose in life is not to play fetch for you.
2) i have a name, which i will kindly share with you if you ask me. i'm a friendly person. mostly. however, i can tell you right now, my name is not: honey, babe, missy, hey you gal, sweet tits, or the myriad of other impersonal or too familiar names i've been hearing.
3.) i don't wear 8 inch heels and a G string to work for a reason. this is a RESTERAUNT!!! don't pinch me.
(this is directed at the horrible pervy fat man who pinched my waist last sunday. i could see him reaching for me this sunday too, but i was faster and moved a few paces back) ICK!!!!
4.) Just cause it's an open kitchen, and you can see me cooking, does not give you the right to hover over me while i'm working, asking me when your food will be ready. that is a good way for your food to "accidentally" wind up too cold, burned, or (*oops) sneezed on.
5.) Yes, we close at said time. and you're here five minutes before said time, and looking rather perplexed that we're not thrilled to be at your beck and call. yes, you made it just before closing time. however, how would you like it if i called you up and asked if you wanted to hang out. "sure," you say, "but i'm going to bed at 10:00". would it be in good taste for me to knock on your door at 9:55 with a case of pabst and some movies?
so enough bitching about work, i really do love it. i just think that some people need better training on customer ettiquite. sheesh.
my trip to the desert was amazing! we had a fabulous time. made some beautiful art, had some nice wanders, and some pretty indescribable experiences. my poor boobs got sunburned a little bit. you'll be able to see in the pictures below. they have since healed. but ouch.
so the first is one i took of my man spinning fire. the last three he took of us as we were waking up one morning.
awwww sappiness.
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kingskottie:
maniqui:
the last pic is really cute, i love your face, looks adorable