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My father is easily the best cook I've ever known. He didnt really start cooking until he divorced my mother which was about 15 years ago now. He has some pretty lofty cooking goals, meaning he wants to open a restaurant or at least get paid well for his cooking services sometime in the future.
My boyfriend also has dreams of being in that business except he wants to focus more on his own bar. Both men are very business savvy, personable, intelligent and good at what they do. They both would obviously employ me to work in said bar and grill and theyve both talked about their goals individually with me. The only problem is that after waiting tables and bartending for years now I fucking hate the food service industry.
Since the economy is so crummy and nobody has any money, a lot of restaurant chains are offering super cheap deals via coupons or specials or promotions. Its driving business but its bringing in low income clientele who really have no dining etiquette, manners or simple knowledge of the world outside the dollar menu at Taco Bell.
For instance, it was near closing time and a family of six came into the restaurant (which is a gripe of mine in its own). The mother was white, very cheaply dressed and naturally fucking obese. The husband was black, very small-framed and wirey and their two young children were mixed. I live in a more middle-class area, but we're close to Trenton so this family set-up is common. Now before I get my ass chewed out for being racist and judgemental let it be known that I judge everyone equally. I immediately size people up based on whether or not theyre going to tip and, sorry boys and girls, these ain't the type of people who tip.
So I greet the table and try to take a drink order and the woman very aggressively asks me if Gatorade was an option. Fucking Gatorade. Now, I've become professional enough to know when a good "what are you fucking retarded?" attitude is needed when dealing with certain customers. But it was late so I just said no. Then she asked me if our restaurant carried Mountain Dew. I rudely rattled off our soda options and she ordered something. Problem something obese people drink a lot of. Like lard.
The rest of the experience was typical. They ordered way more food than they needed or could afford and fucked me on the tip. The reason I hate waiting on tables like this is obviously because I don't make money off them so having to deal with these trashy idiots doesnt even pay off. Not to mention they try to build their dinners around what they have in their own fridges, when that's obviously not the way it works.
I still can't believe she fucking asked for Gatorade. Its the only motivation for me to do anything with my life. I dont know how people wait tables into their sixties. I'd fucking stab somebody.
My boyfriend also has dreams of being in that business except he wants to focus more on his own bar. Both men are very business savvy, personable, intelligent and good at what they do. They both would obviously employ me to work in said bar and grill and theyve both talked about their goals individually with me. The only problem is that after waiting tables and bartending for years now I fucking hate the food service industry.
Since the economy is so crummy and nobody has any money, a lot of restaurant chains are offering super cheap deals via coupons or specials or promotions. Its driving business but its bringing in low income clientele who really have no dining etiquette, manners or simple knowledge of the world outside the dollar menu at Taco Bell.
For instance, it was near closing time and a family of six came into the restaurant (which is a gripe of mine in its own). The mother was white, very cheaply dressed and naturally fucking obese. The husband was black, very small-framed and wirey and their two young children were mixed. I live in a more middle-class area, but we're close to Trenton so this family set-up is common. Now before I get my ass chewed out for being racist and judgemental let it be known that I judge everyone equally. I immediately size people up based on whether or not theyre going to tip and, sorry boys and girls, these ain't the type of people who tip.
So I greet the table and try to take a drink order and the woman very aggressively asks me if Gatorade was an option. Fucking Gatorade. Now, I've become professional enough to know when a good "what are you fucking retarded?" attitude is needed when dealing with certain customers. But it was late so I just said no. Then she asked me if our restaurant carried Mountain Dew. I rudely rattled off our soda options and she ordered something. Problem something obese people drink a lot of. Like lard.
The rest of the experience was typical. They ordered way more food than they needed or could afford and fucked me on the tip. The reason I hate waiting on tables like this is obviously because I don't make money off them so having to deal with these trashy idiots doesnt even pay off. Not to mention they try to build their dinners around what they have in their own fridges, when that's obviously not the way it works.
I still can't believe she fucking asked for Gatorade. Its the only motivation for me to do anything with my life. I dont know how people wait tables into their sixties. I'd fucking stab somebody.