God Damn.
Sometimes it just feels like an uphill battle trying to do a job directly working with humans and their needs. Serving has it's ups and downs, and today was a down. First off, I did make good money. So was it worth it? Yeah. Did I almost have an aneurism and break the entire fucking world with my bare hands? Yes. Occasionally, you get those days where nothing goes right. I was about 30 minutes late to work today, but that's standard procedure so that dosen't count. I got what I believed to be a pretty good section of the restaurant to work in. Things are still looking good. Then I got to deal with every ass-backwards fuck on the planet and maintain a sense of "give a shit." That's the hard part.
Most of the time, a day as a server is pretty routine. Most people are easygoing and you only run into about one or two tables that really bust your ass. Today was not routine however. The guests were either primarily incompotent, or overzealous with requests. Kids...... oh my GOD kids. Next time someone thinks about bringing four kids along with them into my section I hope for all intensive purposes they don't make it to the restaurant. I'm not saying I hope they die, but maybe their car breaks down, or they get sidetracked, or fucking anything but bringing those little bastards into my table.
I have a particular dislike of kids. Sorry to break hearts out there. But I don't care if you don't agree. I know I was once a kid, and probably did the same shit and all that jazz, but it's over now, and I'm PAST that. Fuck, it's hard enough getting adults to act like grown ups, but when you know you're in for some shit (dealing with children) it just makes it worse before it even starts.
Take all the job can throw at you and sooner or later, you *will* NEED a cigarette. Maybe not even a cigarette, but just five minutes away from the chaos. So you tell the host to not seat your tables for a couple minutes so you can step outside. What happens next defies human logic. They double seat me. FUCKING HELL! You just did the very thing I told you not to do, and then you did it again! Now I get to deal with double the work, and without my breather, and now I'm hoping you get stabbed in the face. So if you really need a break, and the host is a complete fucktard, there's only one option left. I tossed the busser a couple bucks to not clean my tables for ten minutes. He laughed his ass off, and agreed.
So I got my smoke.
And it was delicious.
Now that I'm done ranting about it, hopefully it can escape my mind and I can have a nice relaxing night of boozing it up like fucking insane bad and calling off in the morning.
....and maybe get laid. That'd be a bonus.
Sometimes it just feels like an uphill battle trying to do a job directly working with humans and their needs. Serving has it's ups and downs, and today was a down. First off, I did make good money. So was it worth it? Yeah. Did I almost have an aneurism and break the entire fucking world with my bare hands? Yes. Occasionally, you get those days where nothing goes right. I was about 30 minutes late to work today, but that's standard procedure so that dosen't count. I got what I believed to be a pretty good section of the restaurant to work in. Things are still looking good. Then I got to deal with every ass-backwards fuck on the planet and maintain a sense of "give a shit." That's the hard part.
Most of the time, a day as a server is pretty routine. Most people are easygoing and you only run into about one or two tables that really bust your ass. Today was not routine however. The guests were either primarily incompotent, or overzealous with requests. Kids...... oh my GOD kids. Next time someone thinks about bringing four kids along with them into my section I hope for all intensive purposes they don't make it to the restaurant. I'm not saying I hope they die, but maybe their car breaks down, or they get sidetracked, or fucking anything but bringing those little bastards into my table.
I have a particular dislike of kids. Sorry to break hearts out there. But I don't care if you don't agree. I know I was once a kid, and probably did the same shit and all that jazz, but it's over now, and I'm PAST that. Fuck, it's hard enough getting adults to act like grown ups, but when you know you're in for some shit (dealing with children) it just makes it worse before it even starts.
Take all the job can throw at you and sooner or later, you *will* NEED a cigarette. Maybe not even a cigarette, but just five minutes away from the chaos. So you tell the host to not seat your tables for a couple minutes so you can step outside. What happens next defies human logic. They double seat me. FUCKING HELL! You just did the very thing I told you not to do, and then you did it again! Now I get to deal with double the work, and without my breather, and now I'm hoping you get stabbed in the face. So if you really need a break, and the host is a complete fucktard, there's only one option left. I tossed the busser a couple bucks to not clean my tables for ten minutes. He laughed his ass off, and agreed.
So I got my smoke.
And it was delicious.
Now that I'm done ranting about it, hopefully it can escape my mind and I can have a nice relaxing night of boozing it up like fucking insane bad and calling off in the morning.
....and maybe get laid. That'd be a bonus.