it's a shame, shame, shame, oooh ah oooh.
I worked at the bowling alley tonight, covering Sam's shift- which was cool becuase I need cash. I made lots of cash but here is the problem:
I do not know if I will have a job there tomorrow.
Let me start by saying this: I've realized over the last few years that I am far too sensitive emotionally to live in a society over-run by Torte Law and liability.
While trying to take 5 sodas to a lane at the far end of the building someone stole my attention by reaching for my sleeve to order 2 mopre beers. I unfortunately dumped 3 of those sodas on the carpet and thought I would escape with just embarassment. "NOT!" (Paulee Shore, circa 1993)
Unbeknowst to me League bowlers are very particular about their shoes. I threw 3 towels over the stain when perhaps I needed 5, whatev. Not whatev- a lady aparently got some soda on her shoes- not from walking through it, but from me stepping on it and tracking it around (so sayeth her husband to the managers)- and didn't have the dry shoe-to -wood lubrication she needed on the lane, caught her foot on the ground and came crashing down on her knee. One gigantic scene later and her husband and sister carry her out and to the the hospial. I didn't realize what had happend and just heard her husband telling someone rudely "you're waiter tracked pop all over, " and so on. I never talked to them again. I never apologized. I thought it would be insulting if I went over and kissed their asses. I thought they would also insult me with colorful language I did not want to hear.
My stomache sunk as I watched it unfold and ignored them for 20 minutes until they left for the hospital. I worried myself retarted all night wondering if I would lose my job, or be sued, or if they would sue the bowling alley, or if she was seriously hurt, or blah blah fucking blah. I had a shitty night and was a wreck about it and still am.
I did get stiffed on tips by several people who by doing so, are doing their various races a disservice by proliferating stereotypes as being shitty people to wait on. I'm sorry, white people tip almost every time. Can't we get some cred for that?
I did get a very sweet but really homely and dorky girl's phone number slipped to me in a couple $1's from a table that I ignored for a long while that tipped me unbeleiveably awesome for absolutely no reason.
Whatever, I hate thinking someone got hurt becuase I was untrained on the seriousness of soda on carpet spills. I makes me really sad, I just hadn't thought that much about the floors because I don't bowl. It was innocent and I was a fairly new server with 40 lanes to wait on.
I hate thinking someone would use an injury during a rather physical game to be a window into a shitty lawsuit for profit.
I hate to think that because I am new I will be fired. I like this job.
I wonder if I will ever get to see the video from the multiple security cameras that would have seen the whole thing.
I do not know if I will have a job there tomorrow.
Let me start by saying this: I've realized over the last few years that I am far too sensitive emotionally to live in a society over-run by Torte Law and liability.
While trying to take 5 sodas to a lane at the far end of the building someone stole my attention by reaching for my sleeve to order 2 mopre beers. I unfortunately dumped 3 of those sodas on the carpet and thought I would escape with just embarassment. "NOT!" (Paulee Shore, circa 1993)
Unbeknowst to me League bowlers are very particular about their shoes. I threw 3 towels over the stain when perhaps I needed 5, whatev. Not whatev- a lady aparently got some soda on her shoes- not from walking through it, but from me stepping on it and tracking it around (so sayeth her husband to the managers)- and didn't have the dry shoe-to -wood lubrication she needed on the lane, caught her foot on the ground and came crashing down on her knee. One gigantic scene later and her husband and sister carry her out and to the the hospial. I didn't realize what had happend and just heard her husband telling someone rudely "you're waiter tracked pop all over, " and so on. I never talked to them again. I never apologized. I thought it would be insulting if I went over and kissed their asses. I thought they would also insult me with colorful language I did not want to hear.
My stomache sunk as I watched it unfold and ignored them for 20 minutes until they left for the hospital. I worried myself retarted all night wondering if I would lose my job, or be sued, or if they would sue the bowling alley, or if she was seriously hurt, or blah blah fucking blah. I had a shitty night and was a wreck about it and still am.
I did get stiffed on tips by several people who by doing so, are doing their various races a disservice by proliferating stereotypes as being shitty people to wait on. I'm sorry, white people tip almost every time. Can't we get some cred for that?
I did get a very sweet but really homely and dorky girl's phone number slipped to me in a couple $1's from a table that I ignored for a long while that tipped me unbeleiveably awesome for absolutely no reason.
Whatever, I hate thinking someone got hurt becuase I was untrained on the seriousness of soda on carpet spills. I makes me really sad, I just hadn't thought that much about the floors because I don't bowl. It was innocent and I was a fairly new server with 40 lanes to wait on.
I hate thinking someone would use an injury during a rather physical game to be a window into a shitty lawsuit for profit.
I hate to think that because I am new I will be fired. I like this job.
I wonder if I will ever get to see the video from the multiple security cameras that would have seen the whole thing.