another single lady and cat story
well, maybe not all about the cat. my cat is what they lovingly refer to as "vocal." if you're ever in the mood to adopt a cat, and they say that, RUN. seriously, run out the door cause if not you'll be stuck with what i have: a cat who has conversations with you non-stop all the time. she will not shut her little pussy mouth and it drives me crazy. she has about 20 different meows and it freaks me out sometimes. then there's the licking and the following me all over the place, but that's a different story altogether.
work was interesting tonight. we had a new tasting menu that is beautiful, and we got to taste it with the wines. let me say that again. we got to taste all the food with the wines. i think you can see where this is headed. there are two tasting menus, one five course and one four course. that means there are nine wines to go with them. granted, they were small pours, but for some reason anything i drink before it's dark outside goes straight to my head. i am so glad it wasn't busy and that i decided to expedite (i worked on the front of the house side of the line in the kitchen instead of directly being responsible for guests) because i was one buzzed little service professional, let me tell you.
i was supposed to have a date tonight, but he got sick. so here i am, all psyched up and out of work early, trying to re-establish my buzz, little boy is at his dad's, and all i've got to show for it is a crappy (this is terrible, i know, it's the wines fault) blog entry and the chance to not have sex again tonight. yippee, hey hey, jesus. i want a boyfriend. it's just plain crappy to be single in the land of newly wed or nearly dead.
work was interesting tonight. we had a new tasting menu that is beautiful, and we got to taste it with the wines. let me say that again. we got to taste all the food with the wines. i think you can see where this is headed. there are two tasting menus, one five course and one four course. that means there are nine wines to go with them. granted, they were small pours, but for some reason anything i drink before it's dark outside goes straight to my head. i am so glad it wasn't busy and that i decided to expedite (i worked on the front of the house side of the line in the kitchen instead of directly being responsible for guests) because i was one buzzed little service professional, let me tell you.
i was supposed to have a date tonight, but he got sick. so here i am, all psyched up and out of work early, trying to re-establish my buzz, little boy is at his dad's, and all i've got to show for it is a crappy (this is terrible, i know, it's the wines fault) blog entry and the chance to not have sex again tonight. yippee, hey hey, jesus. i want a boyfriend. it's just plain crappy to be single in the land of newly wed or nearly dead.
posted by j @ 10:56 PM
2 Comments:
At 4:00 AM,
XeroND said…
I must ask, do you think women service personel are tipped differently by female customers than male customers? If so, what might it be that makes the difference?
At 11:41 AM,
j said…
i think that female service personnel are tipped differently period. and they are also tipped differently depending on where they are in life. i make a better percentage now than when i was young. i guess because people stopped assuming i was just a college making money for fun (this is not just conjecture, when people stopped asking me what i was studying, my tips went up.)
then when i had a ring on my finger, just an engagement ring, they went up again. but then, surprise, when i had a wedding ring on my finger they went down.
then with no ring and looking a little older, i made more of a percentage again. my male colleagues can talk completely differently, provide a different level of service (worse usually) and be a little mean, and still make a higher percentage than me.
but in terms of what you are referring to, i try to stay away from all women tables. some of them are fabulous, but most want a cute male waiter to cater to them and flirt with them while they're on a girls night out, not a cute female waiter just doing her job. my favorite tables are the corporate guys on a golf weekend down in the cellar. small room, lots of wine, and no wives. it's a little dirty, but it's fun. and no, i'm not a prostitute, i'm not talking about sex in the cellar, i'm just talking about a lot of flirting and being a smart ass.
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