My Busy Just Got Busier

I find myself apologizing again to my readers for not writing.  First, I accidentally posted something on Sunday when I meant to schedule it for Monday.  Oops, my bad!  Then, Monday was school and then I went in early to the office.  We were busy from the moment I got there to the moment we closed.  The same thing basically happened on Tuesday as well.  It was a little bit crazier though.  We saw a patient from hygiene, and that put us behind by a little, then two patients later was about 25 minutes late and we still saw him (which pissed me off), and then we were behind the rest of the night.

This morning, class was off the walls as people talked about random sh*t, my teacher disappearing when being summoned by my other teacher, and an awards ceremony (that always annoys me and is a waste of time).  Needless to say, not a lot of stuff got done, and now I have a mere two hours to do stuff before I have to go to work at the restaurant this evening.  Ugh!  Too much!  It’s too much!  [Please come back later ——– Mental breakdown imminent ——– Holding ——–]

And on that note, it’s been real!

Don’t Throw the Gauntlet… Smack Em’ with It

So… some pretty stupid people crossed my path over the holidays and at school when I returned.  As per usual, it was equal parts amusing and annoying.  The Wednesday before Christmas wasn’t atrocious, but Friday and Saturday were a little crazy.  There seemed to be quite a few large, walk-in parties.  Nobody could be bothered to pick up the phone and check to see if we had room.

Oh, well!  I went on a wait, which I always start out a little high on just so I can gauge how long people will stay and camp out.  And of course, everybody and their mother (literally) has a problem with that.  It was getting late and I saw many parties walk in and ask for larger tables, or for tables to be pushed together in order to accommodate them.  Sometimes I could do that if the tables were in the same section, but I hated confusing the servers if the tables weren’t together.  Anyway, I filled up and went on my wait.  Close to 8:00 (and I was still buys), four people walked in: a middle-aged woman, two younger girls, and a younger man.  They asked me for a table and I told them what the wait was.  The middle-aged woman started giving me reasons why they needed a table… something about baking all day and being hungry, yada, yada, yada.  I repeated what the wait was.

Then, one of the girls asked, “What about that table next to you?”  This little table can be a part of my table where I work, but by itself, it’s a little two top.

“That’s a two top,” I said, stating the obvious.  The middle-aged woman then turned her beady eyes on my table.

“Can’t we join that and sit there?  I mean… do you need it?”  I looked down at my little, itty, bitty work station, which was covered in menus, special sheets, seating chart, and wait list.  It was literally covered in things and she wanted me to remove and find a magical place to put my stuff.  I glanced up at her, my face

Technical Difficulties!

I’m sorry that nothing was posted for yesterday.  I wrote something on Sunday and I thought I saved and scheduled it, but our Internet was acting up, and as it turned out, it did neither.  When I got a chance to check it yesterday between studying and homework, school and the office, I saw I didn’t have anything for you guys.

Well… that was annoying!

Needless to say, right now I have found a few minutes where I don’t have to do homework or study for a test.  So, I just wanted to let you guys know what was happening, and hopefully I’ll be able to get back to business.  Although, the month of January might be a bit busy because of school.  The way my teacher is describing this mod, it’s reading a chapter, doing homework, studying for a test, taking the test the next day, then starting the process over again.  Yay!

And on that note, it’s been real!

Writer For Hire

So, I mentioned that I was hoping to start making some money off my writing this year as one of my resolutions.  Somebody commented on one of my posts in December stating I should look into that.  So, I looked around a little and found a site called PayPerPost.  I can put some of my previous work out there and pitch myself whenever I want work.  Well, I won’t know if I don’t try.

I hope to write as much as I possibly can within reason.  I do still have to go to school and work my other two jobs, but I will do my best to charge into the breach, all guns blazing.  I will study as hard as a can, work as diligently as I can, and write as often as I can.  Of course, I’m only human, so I will have to pace myself.

Wow!  Loki at me!  Only three days into the new year, and I already have evil plans made…

And on that note, it’s been real!

2018: A New Year

Welcome back!  The old year has been rung out and the new year rung in.  Everybody has at least two nights of carousing and drunken partying under their belts and hangovers to boot.

I myself got a little tipsy, but nothing bad happened.  My younger sister and I were joking with each other and trying to eat dinner around a broken dishwasher.  Loads of fun!

But, on the side note, I’m hoping that 2018 will be better than 2017 for me.  2017 was the year I got scammed by some bastard and lost a lot of money, and I haven’t been really able to recover since.  With my schooling, I can’t work as many hours as I used to, and it has been difficult for me to get over the loss.  That is why I am hoping that 2018 is when I come out of the darkness.

I resolve to finish my school and get a job that pays well and make some money again.

I resolve to write as often as I can, and hope to bring some money in from that.

I resolve to try to enjoy the good moments in my life, and to bear up through the bad.

I resolve to be there for my siblings whenever they ask for my aid.

There!  Those are my resolutions for 2018.  I hope that you all have good resolutions, and when I say good resolutions, I mean good resolutions.  Not the typical, “I’ll lose that weight,” or “I’ll quit smoking”.  Resolve to do something that has real meaning to you, and not the usual BS.

And on that note, it’s been real!

And Keep the Change!

Christmas is now in three days and I shall bid you all adieu until after New Year’s.  I have plans with my family and I want to devote all my free time to that, as well as some writing for other things that I need to do.

I’m sure the rest of you all have plans and only so many hours in a day without taking time out to read my little blog.  I hope to come back in the new year with a fervor and passion that should make people laugh, nod their heads in agreement and say, “What?!”  Writing should resume on 1/2/2018.

And on that note, it’s been real!

Twelve Days of Christmas: Restaurant Edition

Sing along if you know the tune (and you should).

On the first day of Christmas, my restaurant gave to me: (And) A whole pile of crockery!

On the second day of Christmas, my restaurant gave to me: two broken glasses!

On the third day of Christmas, my restaurant gave to me: three cussing cooks!

On the fourth day of Christmas, my restaurant gave to me: four winging waiters!

On the fifth day of Christmas, my restaurant gave to me: five bar patrons!

On the sixth day of Christmas, my restaurant gave to me: six reservations!

On the seventh day of Christmas, my restaurant gave to me: seven seat themselves!

On the eighth day of Christmas, my restaurant gave to me: eight unlit candles!

On the ninth day of Christmas, my restaurant gave to me: nine call aheads!

On the tenth day of Christmas, my restaurant gave to me: ten draft beers!

On the eleventh day of Christmas, my restaurant gave to me: eleven drunk diners!

On the twelfth day of Christmas, my restaurant gave to me: twelve open checks!

And there you have it.

And on that (musical) note, it’s been real!

All Others Still Pay Cash

Every Christmas, the TV plays marathons of A Christmas Story, and we know most of the lines.  We can recite them back and forth, and up and down, and side to side.  What most people probably don’t know is that the movie was based off a book written by the narrator, Jean Shepard.  It’s called “In God We Trust, All Others Pay Cash”.  It’s a funny book and many things that happen in it and in the movie are relate-able.

My dad will tell us about being chased by bullies and trying to avoid them at school.  I sit there and think, “I shared a room with my bully.”  My younger brother went through a hair pulling, back jumping phase, and I bore the brunt of it.  But then, we just threw stuff into each other’s beds at night, and after I clocked him in the head with block I hid under my pillow, and that did the trick.

Everyone recall the Lifeboy soap?  “It… it… it twas!  Soap poisoning!”  Yep.  We all have had that moment after you get punished by your parents: this is when you’ve crawled away and are licking your wounds, you dream of the most unlikely scenario where they will be sorry they did it.  And it’s so funny!  You watch this movie and remember, ‘Wait.  I used to do that.’

Then, obviously, the wanting that Christmas present so much, you literally scheme like Moriarty to get it.  You know how it goes: you see it in a magazine, you circle it, bend the page, drop hints, and just beat around the bush.  And if you really want it and it’s kind of expensive, you never get too old to do it.  I want to go to a Sabaton concert in March when they are visiting Philadelphia.  I told my younger brother to start making suggestions to do that as my birthday present this next year after Christmas.  See?  You’re never too old.

And finally, those awful presents you get from relatives that you aren’t overly fond of.  My dad’s one sister got my elder sister and me these large dolls when we were younger.  I have had dolls before, but they were all smaller than me and cuter.  This one was the height and weight of my entire upper body, and she had an ugly expression on her face.  Needless to say, I held her and smiled at my aunt, but immediately dumped the doll in a toy trunk the moment I got home.  The doll was quickly forgotten and disposed until it was thrown out years later.

The movie certainly has many moments people can relate to and laugh at and nod their heads in agreement.  But one thing we can all be sure about is that it captures the magic and hilarity of Christmas perfectly.

And on that note, it’s been real!

Everyone’s Evil Plan: Stop Monday

This Monday is and isn’t like the normal Mondays.  It isn’t because I don’t have to go to school (I’m done for the semester and not going back till after New Year’s [yay!]); and it is because it’s still Monday.  Blah!  I slept in, did some cleaning, and then will go to the dentist early and get some extra hours.

And even better news, my brothers get back from basic training this week!  My eldest brother is back tomorrow (but I’ll already be at work), and my second elder brother will come back Wednesday morning.  I can’t wait to see them again!  We want to watch Christmas movies together, play games, and hang out.  It’ll be different this year, more bitter sweet because they have to go back after New Year’s.  And I don’t know when they’ll come back.

Any other plans for my Monday…?  We got our tree up over the weekend, but we’ll probably wait on decorating it until either Saturday or Christmas Eve.  Either or.  We’ve gotten sloppy with certain Christmas traditions the older we’ve become.  But… that’s next this upcoming weekend.  Today is work, cleaning, and a wee bit of sleeping.  And writing!  Yay for writing!  And booing to Mondays.

And on that note, it’s been real!

The Six Hostess Perceptions

Now everyone has an opinion about hostesses, and these opinions should come from observations they’ve made for a number of different reasons.

  1. They’re experience with hostesses in the past at different restaurants.
  2. Whether they’ve worked in a restaurant before as a hostess or just a server.
  3. Whether they’re nice people, or just *ssholes.

With those reasons in mind, let’s dissect the six perceptions about hostesses.

  1. What society thinks I do: the picture shows a girl who looks like she works for Hooters or a club that has a pool.  Or a strip club (probably the latter).  No decent hostess would wear something like that, so this particular perception is a tad confusing.  Most restaurants all have a dress code that requires a hostess to wear something that covers the shoulders, midriff, and does not reveal too much decollete.  Honestly, not much to say on that one.
  2. What my parents think I do: that picture reveals a nicely dressed girl with menus.  That is kind of accurate.  She looks professional, and is holding menus like a shield in front of her.  When you’re dealing with a confrontational customer, those are like a barrier between yourself and the jagoff.  If the restaurant is nice and upscale, the hostess would look like that, instead of sorry dump and dressed in jeans.  But, as the first person the customer sees, it is her job to look professional.
  3. What customers think I do: it shoes a pictures of some guy double flipping somebody off.  Now, that one depends on who you are.  If you come off as demanding and a bastard or a b*tch, then yes the hostess will do that the moment your back is turned.  There have been many people that I basically do it to once I’m done dealing with them.  Why?  Because it’s easier for me to do that behind your back than say it to your face.  And I’m less likely to get fired.
  4. What my coworkers think I do: this one kind of made me smile.  It shows somebody laying down on a recliner, just chilling.  Okay, let me set the record straight: some restaurants (most) do not have a place for their hostess to sit.  She or he has to stand for the entirety of their shift.  That’s not moving around as much as a server, but your feet and your lower back definitely don’t like it.  So, we definitely don’t sit around.  A good hostess never sits around.
  5. What I think I do: is the closest to the truth than any other picture shown.  In a way, we do hold back the mindless rabble.  We try to make sure that everything is done in a systematic and organized fashion, so that the servers don’t want to commit suicide.  We are the first defense against the zombies that come in demanding brains- I mean!  Food!  I just wish I could have a gun that way if somebody didn’t want to sit where I wanted to put them, I could just make them.
  6. What I actually do: you would not believe how many times people ask you where the bathroom is, you tell them, and they still go to the wrong place.  It’s amusing to watch.  They’ll walk into our lounge, which is full of people, and walk out a second later like a dog with their tails between their legs.  It is said that any place that actually has a sign to indicate where a restroom is, it makes the place seem less ‘classy’.  That’s what I heard.  But, if having the sign up saves me the hassle of constantly telling people where the bathroom is, I’ll take some points off in our ‘classy’ department.

And there you have it!  Those are the six perceptions of hostesses.  For those of you out there who have worked in a restaurant before, are these perceptions accurate?  And for those of you who haven’t worked in a restaurant, pay attention the next time you go to one.  It could be the factor that saves you from getting a stigma.

And on that note, it’s been real!