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And so it begins

After my glorious one day weekend (I must say that I am impressed by the depths of depravity the sousebeast and I can sink to in 24 hours.  Okay, it mostly involved naked cuddling on the sofa and sleeping through multiple hours of Law & Order, but I like my version better), I was annoyed to come into work.  I was MORE annoyed to find that we had four--FOUR!--people on deck for a Monday.

I gave Manager Tightpants the full brunt of my ired Irish glare:  "Can you give me one good reason why I am HERE?" (My usual days off are Sunday and Monday.  Yeah, haven't seen THAT in a good long while)

He shrugged "I don't know, either.  Hey, at least we'll have it easy today."

Hah.  AHAHAHAH!  No.

11:28, three young women stroll in.  "Hey, we've got a group of about thirty coming in."

Cue me looking frantically through the notes for the day.  "Oh, did you call in to let us know?  Because I don't see anything."

Blondie Privilegedpants shugged her perfectly tanned shoulders, SNAPPED HER GUM (I kid you not) and drawled, "Guess not.  But we're the soccer team, ya know?"

"Well, in the future, it would be very helpful to call so we can set up the upstairs dining room.  That way, y'all can take your time and relax."  (And not take up half our dining room, you new monied brat)

She eyes the dining room, snaps her gum AGAIN, and says "Well, y'all don't LOOK that busy."

All my years in The Biz, and the temptation to spit in someone's food suddenly seemed understandable.  Until my better self realized that she really wasn't worth the waste of saliva.

At the end of the day, Coach came in to pay ($253.86!  My first sale of the day.  Yeah, I was REAAAALLLLL popular with BoH.  Thankfully, I'd say 3/4s of the orders were identical, so that helped.  But I don't think any of the guys want to see a chicken Ceasar wrap or a Pecanberry salad ever again).  I gently mentioned that CALLING FIRST would enable us to seat them upstairs (and, again, NOT USE UP HALF OF OUR DINING ROOM) and that, while I overlooked it this time, I do expect his athletes to keep their shoes on while they are in the dining room.

(I mean, seriously?  Ew.  And Chels told me this actually is a problem with the women's sports teams and the sororities.  I better get that raise soon, because I need more cash if I am going to have to use the Mom Voice and remind half grown kids that we keep our shoes on in public)

"I'll speak to them about it."

"Thank you.  And you might also consider having a discussion about how to comport themselves while representing UNC.  Including not being rude and snapping gum at cashiers."  *cue pointed look at Blondie, who suddenly can't make eye contact*

I see wind sprints in someone's future, because it was obvious he knew who I was talking about.

That being said, I got my biggest tip EVER, and officially broke the 3 figure tip mark for this pay cycle...and I have five days to go!

[And, for anyone who thinks this business isn't hard, I was at that register from 11:30 till almost 2 yesterday.  No pee breaks, which I didn't really need, because we keep our employee drinks in the bus station, so nothing to drink.  I did not move from that spot.  Of course, I'm a huge patsy--possibly with a touch of a martyr complex--because I made sure everyone got cig breaks.  I think that's what I hate most about The Biz:  smokers get breaks.  Being the lone non-smoker means you get screwed.  This has happened in every job I've had except one.]

So...it was A DAY.  One in what is probably going to be a series of many of the same.  I'm just going to buckle down, realize it is what it is, and make as much money as humanly possible.

I can sleep during Fall Break.  ;)

I AM putting in for the 27th off, though.  There's a big rummage sale at one of the local churches.  I am due two days in a row off, and Mark and I are seriously overdue for a "just us" date.  Since neither of us can afford the NCGLFF this year, we can go scout for books, quirky housewares...and maybe THIS is the year I can convince him that a solid wardrobe of henleys and jeans he's had since high school are NOT going to get him a boyfriend and he will let me pick out some clothes for him.

I'm still bitter that he wouldn't let me buy him that Peter Allen-fabulous gold lame Dior shirt four years ago.  The man needs something to wear to Pride!


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Aug. 16th, 2016 08:57 pm (UTC)
I've learned in life that you never piss off your waiter/waitress or your driver for basically the same reasons. The bubble snapper needs to learn this.

This is was a funny post!
Aug. 16th, 2016 11:16 pm (UTC)
I was confused for a minute thinking Mark was the spousebeast? Or Mark IS the spousebeast?
Aug. 17th, 2016 12:05 am (UTC)
No. Mark's my gay boyfriend. :) Oddly enough, he introduced me to Kent/the spousebeast.

Okay, he pretty much told Kent the room came with a potential girlfriend before he even signed the lease, a fact Mark vehemently denied...until Kent and I got married. ;)
Aug. 16th, 2016 11:28 pm (UTC)
Athletes in groups are hard to deal with. Glad you at least got a good tip,

Aug. 17th, 2016 12:40 am (UTC)
That soccer team sounds like a nightmare! At least you got a good tip for it.
Aug. 17th, 2016 01:49 am (UTC)
When I worked for dining services I had this experience on occasion. A lot of the sports camps...they were either RIDICULOUSLY polite or they were the actual WORST. I definitely pulled out my southern mom voice on football players once. "CHILD. I KNOW Y'ALL AREN'T GONNA LEAVE AN ENTIRE DAMN CHICKEN TENDER DRIPPING WITH RANCH DRESSING ON MY TABLE. GET A NAPKIN AND CLEAN THAT UP RIGHT NOW, Y'HEAR?"

Edited at 2016-08-17 01:50 am (UTC)
Aug. 17th, 2016 02:09 am (UTC)
HAHA, you fielded a women's soccer team. Well done, friend, well done. I used to be on several teams, and we are all like that. Stupid douchebros of women. Granted, we were in high school when we did that shit, but still.
Aug. 17th, 2016 03:01 am (UTC)
When I was working in cube-land and had been there long enough to know that A) I wasn't going to get fired and B) grow past my Army training of "do what your told and not a bit more or less" I started taking protest "Fresh Air Breaks." When the smoker in the cube next door would take a smoke break, I would time her. When she came back, I would take a fresh air break for exactly the same amount of time. Every time. Didn't take long for a memo to go out telling the smokers they were only allowed their legally required two 5 minute breaks a day. :D
Aug. 17th, 2016 03:35 am (UTC)

I never understood the logic of huge parties like that coming in without notice. Mind-boggling. I know we don't take reservations at my cafe, but I've lost count at how many times I've seen soccer or baseball teams (of 20 people or more) come in 15 minutes before closing and not only expect fast service but to hang out in the dining room and eat, pushing the dining room closers off schedule by 45 minutes to an hour. Nice. 😕

Aug. 17th, 2016 04:24 am (UTC)

A server spitting on my food is my worst nightmare. I try to be very polite to all servers.

Aug. 17th, 2016 09:28 am (UTC)
One day weekends always suck.

Pooh, enjoy the 27th!!!
Aug. 18th, 2016 12:38 pm (UTC)
The smoke break thing annoys me so much. My boss takes two fifteen-minute breaks a day to have a cigarette, plus an hour lunch, while there are days I barely get fifteen minutes to eat. Why do companies prioritize smoking over eating?!
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