As some of you know I *used* to do makeup for a living. I enjoyed making people feel good about themselves and helping them get out of their ridiculous eyeshadow addictions and horrible blush overdo's. I hated having to sell the makeup to them in that sleezy used car way though. That's why I loved wedding and prom makeovers because there was no pressure to make money. All I had to do was my art.
Well now I'm back to bartending and I miss making chicks feel good about themselves. And there is only so much I can do to myself considering I hate taking off makeup. I guess it's like cooking; I love to cook but I can't stand cleaning up after. Anyway, back to the subject at hand...
I just bought some new Bed Head pallettes and I sooooo want to try them out. So someone please call me so I can fix your face! Anybody?! I'll even do men, I was known for that at the snatcheral (my last place of employment).
Monday, August 27, 2007
Thursday, August 16, 2007
The Tillers.
Well Matilda has certainly grown up! She is now about 55lbs of pure muscle! And wide slap open!
She has eaten the couch I've had since I got my first apartment. It is now a wooden frame with cushions and sheets covering it. She has also eaten 3 remote controls and 2 pairs of glasses. Luckily I'm getting Lasic soon so she won't have anymore of those to chew on!
She also ate a feather bed we had in her crate. Here is the explosion of feathers that incurred!
Matilda has developed an intense love for the water hose and won't let any of us touch it. That hose is now her favorite toy, especially when a sprinker is hooked to the end of it! I bought her a slip n slide too but she ate it. Here are some pictures and I'll see if I can get some video up of her water fun!
Lasic Surgery is actual surgery right?
I went to my consultation for Lasic Surgery today. I felt like I got herded through and rushed out the door. They didn't tell me anything but the date to show up and don't wear makeup! Are you kidding me? I'm not buying a sweater, I'm having a life changing operation! I know that they are used to this crap because its common place to them. But I've not been through and I don't know anything about it. I need hand holding and reassuring. They say they hold your hand through the experience in the brochure. They didn't so much as glance in my direction much less hold my hand.
I called the 1-800 number they gave me and complained. Yes, I'm that girl. They called me back within a few minutes and told me 100 times more than what they told me in the office. Literally I was there 15 minutes and half of that was in the waiting room! They told me I would have to wear goggles to sleep in for 10 nights and that I would most likely want to go to sleep after the procedure. It would have been nice to know that in my consultation. She also told me that my vision was correctable to 20/20. Something else that would have been nice to know.
I always rant and rave about poor customer service in the american public and this was it at its finest. It felt like I was having a script read to me, not a nurse explaining a surgery. I just think they need to realize that some people need more than a standard pitch. I'm gonna do the surgery, I just wish they were slightly more caring.
I called the 1-800 number they gave me and complained. Yes, I'm that girl. They called me back within a few minutes and told me 100 times more than what they told me in the office. Literally I was there 15 minutes and half of that was in the waiting room! They told me I would have to wear goggles to sleep in for 10 nights and that I would most likely want to go to sleep after the procedure. It would have been nice to know that in my consultation. She also told me that my vision was correctable to 20/20. Something else that would have been nice to know.
I always rant and rave about poor customer service in the american public and this was it at its finest. It felt like I was having a script read to me, not a nurse explaining a surgery. I just think they need to realize that some people need more than a standard pitch. I'm gonna do the surgery, I just wish they were slightly more caring.
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Get out of my head and into my pocket...
The bottomless pit of the service industry.
Category: Food and Restaurants
I tend to have a rather low opinion of myself. I don't know if that has something to do with things that happened in my childhood or things that have continually happened throughout my life. But I can say with absolute certainty that the one thing in my life that I am good at is the service industry. Put me in any restaurant anywhere in the US and I can do it with little to no training.
It's almost automatic. I revert to my restaurant skills even at home or when I'm out to dinner. I'm constantly scanning the place for things being done wrong or things that should be attended to. Why? Why do I care if the slackers at Ruby Tuesday aren't paying attention to the guy across the aisle from me who has been out of tea for at least 15 minutes? Why do I care that there are 8 dirty tables and 12 servers standing up at the host stand goofing off?
I shouldn't care, it isn't affecting my tip or my restaurants reputation. But something has gotten inside of me and made me uncomfortable to be around mediocrity in the restaurant business. Frankly I'm sick of it. I just want to get out of this industry all together and have a normal job. A job where I get lunch breaks and health insurance. A job where I don't make $2.43 and hour and have to depend on tightwads to figure up how many of their pennies they are going to part with at the end of their meal. I want a job where I can take days off because I have a fever and still get paid for it. I want normal hours where I can actually be home when my boyfriend goes to bed and get up in the morning and make breakfast. I want a normal life.
And as a side note for those of you who aren't in the know...
Minimum wage for tipped employees was $2.13 and hour for as long as I can remember. Then, as luck would have a little less than a year ago the mimimum wage went up to $3.10 an hour. Oh what a glorius few months of paychecks that are almost large enough for a tank of gas. However, last week minimum wage for tipped employees went down again to $2.43. So all of you waitstaff and bartenders that got used to an actual paycheck, get ready for it to be cut again. Sorry guys, I guess tipped employees are again, two thirds of a person.
Category: Food and Restaurants
I tend to have a rather low opinion of myself. I don't know if that has something to do with things that happened in my childhood or things that have continually happened throughout my life. But I can say with absolute certainty that the one thing in my life that I am good at is the service industry. Put me in any restaurant anywhere in the US and I can do it with little to no training.
It's almost automatic. I revert to my restaurant skills even at home or when I'm out to dinner. I'm constantly scanning the place for things being done wrong or things that should be attended to. Why? Why do I care if the slackers at Ruby Tuesday aren't paying attention to the guy across the aisle from me who has been out of tea for at least 15 minutes? Why do I care that there are 8 dirty tables and 12 servers standing up at the host stand goofing off?
I shouldn't care, it isn't affecting my tip or my restaurants reputation. But something has gotten inside of me and made me uncomfortable to be around mediocrity in the restaurant business. Frankly I'm sick of it. I just want to get out of this industry all together and have a normal job. A job where I get lunch breaks and health insurance. A job where I don't make $2.43 and hour and have to depend on tightwads to figure up how many of their pennies they are going to part with at the end of their meal. I want a job where I can take days off because I have a fever and still get paid for it. I want normal hours where I can actually be home when my boyfriend goes to bed and get up in the morning and make breakfast. I want a normal life.
And as a side note for those of you who aren't in the know...
Minimum wage for tipped employees was $2.13 and hour for as long as I can remember. Then, as luck would have a little less than a year ago the mimimum wage went up to $3.10 an hour. Oh what a glorius few months of paychecks that are almost large enough for a tank of gas. However, last week minimum wage for tipped employees went down again to $2.43. So all of you waitstaff and bartenders that got used to an actual paycheck, get ready for it to be cut again. Sorry guys, I guess tipped employees are again, two thirds of a person.
The do's and don'ts of patronizing your local bar.
Although I didn't write this originally, I've been meaning to to write some more about this very subject. Please read it and learn, you non-restaurant people. We are giving you the keys to the kingdom here! ~Jade
Someone once pointed out to me the fact that there seems to be a micro-economy in the service industry. Restaurant workers take their tip money out to bars and clubs at night and give it to the bartenders, who promptly return it to the waiters and waitresses the next day at lunch. The cycle is almost self-sufficient and is mutually beneficial. Knowing the pain of waiting on customers, each group tips the other well and never raises a fuss. These people do not need to be educated. The rest of you do.
Many of us have stood in a noisy, crowded bar and asked, "What's a guy got to do to get a drink around here?" Well, you're about to find out. Here are some Do's and Don'ts that will keep the relationship between the bartender and bar patron running smoothly.
DON'T...
1.Fail to have your money ready
We're waiting on you. Everyone else is waiting on us. Therefore, by the Transitive Property of Equality, everyone is waiting on you. Rule 1: Have your shit together. Not only will following Rule 1 get you served quicker in a bar, it's a good general rule to adopt in life and is especially helpful in Central American border crossing scenarios.
2.Whistle
This is an absolute No-No. You whistle at dogs, not people.
3.Wave money
Oh, you've got a dollar!! I'll be right over!! Hopefully I won't break an ankle in my fevered rush to get you your "curz lite." Well, at least you're not breaking the next rule.
4.Yell out the bartender's first name
There's something deeply psychologically disturbing about hearing your name called out, turning around and seeing a complete stranger. That's one of the reasons strippers use stage names. Bartender's do too. Mine is MANTHUNDER.
5.Say "make it strong!" or "put a lot of liquor in it"
Oh, you're one of the rare drinkers that like their drink strong! When you say this, you're assuming I make weak drinks (which is insulting) and you're assuming that I'll stiffen this one up for my new best buddy, you. This is the best way to get a weak drink.
6.Give the ever-expanding drink order
You want a Bud. I go get it. I come back and now you want a Margarita. Okay, no prob. I come back, and (oh yeah!) now you want a shot of Tequila, too. You really could have told us this all at once. See Rule 1.
7.Pull the redirect (or the bait 'n' switch)
Usually used after the money wave or the whistle, this is when the gentlemen passes his turn to the lady behind him. Yeah, um, don't do that, okay? Chances are she's not ready, and your weak attempt at chivalry just cost you your turn. See you in 30 minutes.
8.Try the confused, lost look
This is usually accompanied by the question "What kind of beer y'all got?" while looking at all the beers we have. You did know you were in a bar, right? You didn't just appear here, did you? Refer to Rule 1.
9.Order High Maintenance shooters
Example: "Lemme get an Alabama Slammer, a Red Snapper, two Kamikazes, a Buttery Nipple and a Lemon Drop." Usually followed by a small tip. People, these shooters are fine by themselves, but there are multiple steps involved with each one. Translation: Time Sink. You may get them this time, but you'll probably be waited on last the next time we see your face. Here's a clue as to whether or not you're high maintenance; if two bartenders are working and they see you, and they flip a coin and the loser comes over to take your order, pretty good chance you're high maintenance.
10.Assume we know you're in the band
We know, we know, you're gonna be really famous, but you're not there yet, tiger. Tell us you're in the band and which band you're in. By the way, if you are in a band and get free/reduced drink prices, feel free to tip, as most bartenders are also in bands! It's not like we don't know how it is. Oh, and our bands will smoke your band.
11.Assume we know you period
Unless you've followed the first "Do" rule below, we don't remember you. You are one of a thousand faces for us, and when you point at an empty glass or a beer bottle that's invariably facing away from us, your attempt at a shortcut backfires. Tell us what you want.
12.Apologize for sucking
Don't apologize for not tipping. Acknowledging that you suck is not the same as not sucking. Oh, and don't say "I'll get ya next time." We know all about you.
13.Assume soft drinks are free
Are they free at McDonald's? Are they free at Wal-Mart? Are they free anywhere? I blame M.A.D.D. for this myth.
14.Put pennies and nickels in the tip jar
We don't want that crap in our pockets any more than you do. We don't have anything smaller than quarters. Have you ever ordered a drink that cost $3.17?
15.Be "The Microbrew Aficionado"
Usually a pseudo-hippy who can't tip a quarter but can't bring himself to drink "schwag," and who has to sample some new berry-wheat-harvest-ale that he heard about at Burning Man. "Do you have the new Vernal-Equinox Special Welcome-Fest?" "Does Anyone?" Here's your Newcastle. Go.
16.Be "The Daddy Warbucks"
Dressed in classic day-trader wear, this loud, boisterous guy smokes cigars and orders Martinis and generally exudes an air of money. Until the tip. We hate you.
17.Be a "Whiney Baby"
Under no circumstances should you ever whine to a bartender when asked to see your ID. Our jobs depend on them, and when we spot a fake/expired ID, don't argue; we've seen and heard it all a million times before, and it will get you absolutely nowhere. If you "don't have one" or "forgot it," forget it; you don't belong out on the town in the first place. That's the law, plain and simple. If we don't have the law, the terrorists win. You don't want the terrorists to win, do you? Bring your ID. Remember Rule 1, from a minute ago?
18.Don't tell me the bartender at the front bar hooks it up cheaper bullshit because if he did you wouldn't be at my bar gettin it from me! if you can't afford the drinks you are ordering then don't drink!
DO
1.Tip
Tip heavy right off the bat, and you're the first person we aim for every time you come up to the bar. Did you get that? Go back and read it again. The word will spread to the other bartenders and you'll be treated like a prince. It will pay off in better drinks and the occasional free one.
2.Be patient
All you really need to do to get waited on is make eye contact. We see you, and we'll get to you before the guy right next to you waving money and whistling. Remember, this isn't insulin we're passing out here. If you really need the drink that bad, you've got a problem to address, Jack. The meek shall inherit the bar.
3.Understand
we are human not machines we know you're there however you are not the only or most important one in the bar...
Someone once pointed out to me the fact that there seems to be a micro-economy in the service industry. Restaurant workers take their tip money out to bars and clubs at night and give it to the bartenders, who promptly return it to the waiters and waitresses the next day at lunch. The cycle is almost self-sufficient and is mutually beneficial. Knowing the pain of waiting on customers, each group tips the other well and never raises a fuss. These people do not need to be educated. The rest of you do.
Many of us have stood in a noisy, crowded bar and asked, "What's a guy got to do to get a drink around here?" Well, you're about to find out. Here are some Do's and Don'ts that will keep the relationship between the bartender and bar patron running smoothly.
DON'T...
1.Fail to have your money ready
We're waiting on you. Everyone else is waiting on us. Therefore, by the Transitive Property of Equality, everyone is waiting on you. Rule 1: Have your shit together. Not only will following Rule 1 get you served quicker in a bar, it's a good general rule to adopt in life and is especially helpful in Central American border crossing scenarios.
2.Whistle
This is an absolute No-No. You whistle at dogs, not people.
3.Wave money
Oh, you've got a dollar!! I'll be right over!! Hopefully I won't break an ankle in my fevered rush to get you your "curz lite." Well, at least you're not breaking the next rule.
4.Yell out the bartender's first name
There's something deeply psychologically disturbing about hearing your name called out, turning around and seeing a complete stranger. That's one of the reasons strippers use stage names. Bartender's do too. Mine is MANTHUNDER.
5.Say "make it strong!" or "put a lot of liquor in it"
Oh, you're one of the rare drinkers that like their drink strong! When you say this, you're assuming I make weak drinks (which is insulting) and you're assuming that I'll stiffen this one up for my new best buddy, you. This is the best way to get a weak drink.
6.Give the ever-expanding drink order
You want a Bud. I go get it. I come back and now you want a Margarita. Okay, no prob. I come back, and (oh yeah!) now you want a shot of Tequila, too. You really could have told us this all at once. See Rule 1.
7.Pull the redirect (or the bait 'n' switch)
Usually used after the money wave or the whistle, this is when the gentlemen passes his turn to the lady behind him. Yeah, um, don't do that, okay? Chances are she's not ready, and your weak attempt at chivalry just cost you your turn. See you in 30 minutes.
8.Try the confused, lost look
This is usually accompanied by the question "What kind of beer y'all got?" while looking at all the beers we have. You did know you were in a bar, right? You didn't just appear here, did you? Refer to Rule 1.
9.Order High Maintenance shooters
Example: "Lemme get an Alabama Slammer, a Red Snapper, two Kamikazes, a Buttery Nipple and a Lemon Drop." Usually followed by a small tip. People, these shooters are fine by themselves, but there are multiple steps involved with each one. Translation: Time Sink. You may get them this time, but you'll probably be waited on last the next time we see your face. Here's a clue as to whether or not you're high maintenance; if two bartenders are working and they see you, and they flip a coin and the loser comes over to take your order, pretty good chance you're high maintenance.
10.Assume we know you're in the band
We know, we know, you're gonna be really famous, but you're not there yet, tiger. Tell us you're in the band and which band you're in. By the way, if you are in a band and get free/reduced drink prices, feel free to tip, as most bartenders are also in bands! It's not like we don't know how it is. Oh, and our bands will smoke your band.
11.Assume we know you period
Unless you've followed the first "Do" rule below, we don't remember you. You are one of a thousand faces for us, and when you point at an empty glass or a beer bottle that's invariably facing away from us, your attempt at a shortcut backfires. Tell us what you want.
12.Apologize for sucking
Don't apologize for not tipping. Acknowledging that you suck is not the same as not sucking. Oh, and don't say "I'll get ya next time." We know all about you.
13.Assume soft drinks are free
Are they free at McDonald's? Are they free at Wal-Mart? Are they free anywhere? I blame M.A.D.D. for this myth.
14.Put pennies and nickels in the tip jar
We don't want that crap in our pockets any more than you do. We don't have anything smaller than quarters. Have you ever ordered a drink that cost $3.17?
15.Be "The Microbrew Aficionado"
Usually a pseudo-hippy who can't tip a quarter but can't bring himself to drink "schwag," and who has to sample some new berry-wheat-harvest-ale that he heard about at Burning Man. "Do you have the new Vernal-Equinox Special Welcome-Fest?" "Does Anyone?" Here's your Newcastle. Go.
16.Be "The Daddy Warbucks"
Dressed in classic day-trader wear, this loud, boisterous guy smokes cigars and orders Martinis and generally exudes an air of money. Until the tip. We hate you.
17.Be a "Whiney Baby"
Under no circumstances should you ever whine to a bartender when asked to see your ID. Our jobs depend on them, and when we spot a fake/expired ID, don't argue; we've seen and heard it all a million times before, and it will get you absolutely nowhere. If you "don't have one" or "forgot it," forget it; you don't belong out on the town in the first place. That's the law, plain and simple. If we don't have the law, the terrorists win. You don't want the terrorists to win, do you? Bring your ID. Remember Rule 1, from a minute ago?
18.Don't tell me the bartender at the front bar hooks it up cheaper bullshit because if he did you wouldn't be at my bar gettin it from me! if you can't afford the drinks you are ordering then don't drink!
DO
1.Tip
Tip heavy right off the bat, and you're the first person we aim for every time you come up to the bar. Did you get that? Go back and read it again. The word will spread to the other bartenders and you'll be treated like a prince. It will pay off in better drinks and the occasional free one.
2.Be patient
All you really need to do to get waited on is make eye contact. We see you, and we'll get to you before the guy right next to you waving money and whistling. Remember, this isn't insulin we're passing out here. If you really need the drink that bad, you've got a problem to address, Jack. The meek shall inherit the bar.
3.Understand
we are human not machines we know you're there however you are not the only or most important one in the bar...
Things that suck and other aggrivates
~ I'm really sick of seeing people who post pictures of their new tattoo's only to have them suck. If you know you didn't get quality work done or your tattoo looks like a blurry butterfly when it's supposed to be a bird, don't post it. We don't want to see your stupid mistake that will fade in about 3 months and you will spend the rest of your life telling people, "yea, man..I'm getting that covered up soon".
~ I also am sick of people that correct my grammar, spelling or whatever else they feel the need to correct. You aren't my mom and you aren't grading my papers so get the heck out of grill.
~ I'm also sick of religious freaks justifying their religious freakyness by quote bible scriptures. Look people, I grew up in the holiest of the holy and know your game. You can't justify what you are doing by spouting rules from a book that not everyone lives by. That's like justifying stealing by saying your imaginary friend told you to take it. I'm not knocking religion by any means. I'm just saying, your way isn't the only way so don't shove it my face. I refuse to believe that there is an entire country (India) of people going to Hell because they never accepted Jesus Christ as their Lord and personal savior. God is different things to different people and whatever helps them find peace is fine with me. I should be fine to you too.
~ I'm sick of people telling my mom the goings on in my life because they happen to be a MySpace friend. Listen genius, if I wanted my mom to know what was happening in my life I would just tell her. I certainly wouldn't be looking for other outlets to spout my indescretions and revelations, now would I?
~ I am tired of being told to wake up earlier and go to bed sooner. What am I, 8? If I needed someone to control my sleep patterns I'd sign up for one of the studies at Bowman Gray. Back out of my bedroom.
~ Why must we have small talk? If I have nothing to say to you, I won't talk to you. I'm going to ask you how you've been and I'm not going to ask you what's going on new in your life. I don't care. And why do you care about me? Meaningful conversations are highly under rated and should be attepted more often.
~Timing sucks. I hate having to be somewhere at a certain time. I hate not being able to be somewhere when I want to. I hate that I can't immediately have what I want when I want it. I hate that I spent my life looking for something that right in front of me all along. I hate that you have been out of my life for longer than you have been in it. I hate that I can't run away with you.
~Being out of the loops just blows. Don't you hate it when you read someones blog and you have no idea what they are talking about but you hope upon hope it's about you? Yea, me too.
~ I also am sick of people that correct my grammar, spelling or whatever else they feel the need to correct. You aren't my mom and you aren't grading my papers so get the heck out of grill.
~ I'm also sick of religious freaks justifying their religious freakyness by quote bible scriptures. Look people, I grew up in the holiest of the holy and know your game. You can't justify what you are doing by spouting rules from a book that not everyone lives by. That's like justifying stealing by saying your imaginary friend told you to take it. I'm not knocking religion by any means. I'm just saying, your way isn't the only way so don't shove it my face. I refuse to believe that there is an entire country (India) of people going to Hell because they never accepted Jesus Christ as their Lord and personal savior. God is different things to different people and whatever helps them find peace is fine with me. I should be fine to you too.
~ I'm sick of people telling my mom the goings on in my life because they happen to be a MySpace friend. Listen genius, if I wanted my mom to know what was happening in my life I would just tell her. I certainly wouldn't be looking for other outlets to spout my indescretions and revelations, now would I?
~ I am tired of being told to wake up earlier and go to bed sooner. What am I, 8? If I needed someone to control my sleep patterns I'd sign up for one of the studies at Bowman Gray. Back out of my bedroom.
~ Why must we have small talk? If I have nothing to say to you, I won't talk to you. I'm going to ask you how you've been and I'm not going to ask you what's going on new in your life. I don't care. And why do you care about me? Meaningful conversations are highly under rated and should be attepted more often.
~Timing sucks. I hate having to be somewhere at a certain time. I hate not being able to be somewhere when I want to. I hate that I can't immediately have what I want when I want it. I hate that I spent my life looking for something that right in front of me all along. I hate that you have been out of my life for longer than you have been in it. I hate that I can't run away with you.
~Being out of the loops just blows. Don't you hate it when you read someones blog and you have no idea what they are talking about but you hope upon hope it's about you? Yea, me too.
Thursday, August 02, 2007
I'm getting to old for this...
So I've come to the conclusion that Eric may actually be right about something. As much as it pains me to say it, I think he has the right idea about friendships and people in general. You see Eric has no close friends. It isn't really due to lack of people asking him to do things or whatnot. I used to think it was because he is a douche and no one wants him around. But having been with him two years now, I've noticed that guys at work are constantly trying to get him to do things with them. They ask him to play golf, go to races, all kinds of stuff. But he just blows them off. I realize why now.
You can't count on anyone. Ever. All you have in this life is yourself and if you put yourself out there then you will get hurt. It is a fact. When you make every effort to invite people into your world all you get in return is $250 worth of food and liquor that will never get eaten or drank, you learn to just let people go. When you spend hours thinking of clever things to name drinks for your so called 'friends' and they don't have the decency to call you and let you know they can't make it...you learn to dismiss them.
I have recently discovered that there are only a few 'true' people in this world. Only a very slight group that will do what they say and say what they mean. Those people are the people you want in your life. It is also important to note that those people happen to also be my age or close to it.
You see, I've been living my life like I'm still a kid. I've been trying to compete with the 20 year olds and trying to befriend them. I've recently come to the conclusion that I have more in common with their parents then them. Although I'm still in college, I need to realize that I'm not a kid. I'm an adult in a childs world and need to act accordingly. I keep trying to recreate the 'good old days' and well, they were just that, the old days.
I never thought that turning 30 would catapult me into some sort of life changing mindset. But now I know, I'm an adult and should surround myself with like minded people. My goals no longer consist of where I'm going out this weekend or how am I getting home after. They are much deeper and much more grounded in reality. You come to discover that it's not who can drink the most or who can be the loudest drunk, but who will be there when the dust settles that matters.
I'm grateful to have the few true friends that I've got. To the rest of you, I hope one day you find your peace and grow up.
You can't count on anyone. Ever. All you have in this life is yourself and if you put yourself out there then you will get hurt. It is a fact. When you make every effort to invite people into your world all you get in return is $250 worth of food and liquor that will never get eaten or drank, you learn to just let people go. When you spend hours thinking of clever things to name drinks for your so called 'friends' and they don't have the decency to call you and let you know they can't make it...you learn to dismiss them.
I have recently discovered that there are only a few 'true' people in this world. Only a very slight group that will do what they say and say what they mean. Those people are the people you want in your life. It is also important to note that those people happen to also be my age or close to it.
You see, I've been living my life like I'm still a kid. I've been trying to compete with the 20 year olds and trying to befriend them. I've recently come to the conclusion that I have more in common with their parents then them. Although I'm still in college, I need to realize that I'm not a kid. I'm an adult in a childs world and need to act accordingly. I keep trying to recreate the 'good old days' and well, they were just that, the old days.
I never thought that turning 30 would catapult me into some sort of life changing mindset. But now I know, I'm an adult and should surround myself with like minded people. My goals no longer consist of where I'm going out this weekend or how am I getting home after. They are much deeper and much more grounded in reality. You come to discover that it's not who can drink the most or who can be the loudest drunk, but who will be there when the dust settles that matters.
I'm grateful to have the few true friends that I've got. To the rest of you, I hope one day you find your peace and grow up.
Thursday, June 28, 2007
GOOD LORD!
I haven't been here in awhile and it apparently shows! I just tried to log in and was all but accosted by my screen! Apparently I hadn't registered my google account but thought that I had or that I just would automatically be able to get in because I have a google account and it had it saved. WRONG! I liked this site because it was easy and all of the sudden it's turned into hoop jumping! What the?
Monday, December 11, 2006
All I wanted for Christmas was a puppy!
And I got one!
Introducing.....
Matilda Beatrice Devine
Matilda's father was a champion English Bulldog weighing in at a whopping 95lbs! Unfortunately he passed away in August. Her mother is an AKC register American Pit Bull Terrier that is approximately 75lbs.
Matilda is barely 13 weeks old and almost 20lbs herself! She is super sweet and very timid. She is just getting used to us as she has been kept in an outdoor kennel with 20 other breeding dogs!
She has the prettiest green eyes and the saddest little face. She shivered in my lap the long drive home from Randleman.
Introducing.....
Matilda's father was a champion English Bulldog weighing in at a whopping 95lbs! Unfortunately he passed away in August. Her mother is an AKC register American Pit Bull Terrier that is approximately 75lbs.
Matilda is barely 13 weeks old and almost 20lbs herself! She is super sweet and very timid. She is just getting used to us as she has been kept in an outdoor kennel with 20 other breeding dogs!
She has the prettiest green eyes and the saddest little face. She shivered in my lap the long drive home from Randleman.
Friday, December 08, 2006
If we aren't supposed to eat animals, why do they eat each other?
I was just wondering about a few things and thought I might run them by the masses...
Do you think that the real deer see all the brightly lit 'moving' reindeer and think they are ghosts?
Why do strangers always tell you to smile? What gives them the right to tell me what to do with my face? Since they have taken the liberty to tell me to change my expression, can I tell them that they really do look fat in those jeans?
If there is life on other planets why do they only reveal themselves to lowest dregs of society? You never hear a stockbroker or a senator talking about how they got anal probed by little green people.
If heat rises, why is it hotter in the south?
Who decides that it is now time to bring back link belts and leggings? Why can't we come up with some new fashions instead of recycling the same old crap that only looked good on 1% of the population in the first place?
Why in the world would someone look at a tiny newborn and decide to name it Larry or Agnes? And what are we gonna do in 50 years when we have a bunch of old women named Brittney and Taylor? Can you imagine taking your kids to see grandma Brittney? What the?
Why is it that if I want to go to the tanning bed I have to hear from everybody on the planet how bad 'those things are for me' while they are chain smoking and slamming shots of jager?
Why is it that every single 13-17 year old I've come in contact with wears black eyeliner and strategically ripped jeans while constantly taking pictures of themselves making sad faces to post on MySpace? When did being sad and not knowing how to properly apply makeup become hip?
Why do people with plain names that end in 'y' change it to an 'i'? That doesn't make you cute, it just makes you desperate for some sense of individuality. You're parents named you something boring, we all know they didn't spell it stupid like that. And if they did, why? Spell kids names normal so people won't screw them up on EVERYTHING. Take it from someone name CARLYE JADE not CARLYLE JANE.
These are just a few of the things I've been wondering about in my fits of depression mixed with new medication paranoia.
Do you think that the real deer see all the brightly lit 'moving' reindeer and think they are ghosts?
Why do strangers always tell you to smile? What gives them the right to tell me what to do with my face? Since they have taken the liberty to tell me to change my expression, can I tell them that they really do look fat in those jeans?
If there is life on other planets why do they only reveal themselves to lowest dregs of society? You never hear a stockbroker or a senator talking about how they got anal probed by little green people.
If heat rises, why is it hotter in the south?
Who decides that it is now time to bring back link belts and leggings? Why can't we come up with some new fashions instead of recycling the same old crap that only looked good on 1% of the population in the first place?
Why in the world would someone look at a tiny newborn and decide to name it Larry or Agnes? And what are we gonna do in 50 years when we have a bunch of old women named Brittney and Taylor? Can you imagine taking your kids to see grandma Brittney? What the?
Why is it that if I want to go to the tanning bed I have to hear from everybody on the planet how bad 'those things are for me' while they are chain smoking and slamming shots of jager?
Why is it that every single 13-17 year old I've come in contact with wears black eyeliner and strategically ripped jeans while constantly taking pictures of themselves making sad faces to post on MySpace? When did being sad and not knowing how to properly apply makeup become hip?
Why do people with plain names that end in 'y' change it to an 'i'? That doesn't make you cute, it just makes you desperate for some sense of individuality. You're parents named you something boring, we all know they didn't spell it stupid like that. And if they did, why? Spell kids names normal so people won't screw them up on EVERYTHING. Take it from someone name CARLYE JADE not CARLYLE JANE.
These are just a few of the things I've been wondering about in my fits of depression mixed with new medication paranoia.
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Ruining weddings and other things I'm scared of...
I need to lose 40 lbs for my health and my sanity. We all know i've said this before but I've also done this before and can do it again with the help of my trusty WW. I'm up to 205lbs folks and its startin' to show in my jowls and that ain't cool.
Losing the weight isn't the problem, the problem is if I lose the weight I'll ruin April's wedding. I know this sound ridiculous to even say aloud. Why would one of my best friends not want me to look my best for her wedding and improve my health at the same time?
Well, because I've already been fitted for and ordered the dress and the darn thing can only be taken in two sizes. The wedding isn't until the end of April (I know, April's getting hitched in April...how cute.) I can lose 50lbs in 16 weeks if I put my mind to it and mom has already said she is going to get me a Suddenly Slender package to tighten up the skin this go round so I won't look like an empty sack of flesh naked. (nice visual eh?) But what am I gonna do?
Do I go ahead with my newly found motivation and lose the darn weight and just kinda hope we can find someone to make the dress fit me? Or do I just wait it out and start after the wedding? I can't do that either because I'm in Kelly's wedding in June! Geez people, will ya quit with the marrying already! Just live together, its cheaper when ya break up!
Back to me... I'm growing at astronomical proportions here and I have to get a grip on this because I have too many cute clothes to gain anymore weight, dang it! Plus I can't wear my sexy crap anymore because I end up looking like the trailer princess who fell out of her mustang on the way to Arizona Petes Country Western Bar! Just say no to Muffin Tops!
Losing the weight isn't the problem, the problem is if I lose the weight I'll ruin April's wedding. I know this sound ridiculous to even say aloud. Why would one of my best friends not want me to look my best for her wedding and improve my health at the same time?
Well, because I've already been fitted for and ordered the dress and the darn thing can only be taken in two sizes. The wedding isn't until the end of April (I know, April's getting hitched in April...how cute.) I can lose 50lbs in 16 weeks if I put my mind to it and mom has already said she is going to get me a Suddenly Slender package to tighten up the skin this go round so I won't look like an empty sack of flesh naked. (nice visual eh?) But what am I gonna do?
Do I go ahead with my newly found motivation and lose the darn weight and just kinda hope we can find someone to make the dress fit me? Or do I just wait it out and start after the wedding? I can't do that either because I'm in Kelly's wedding in June! Geez people, will ya quit with the marrying already! Just live together, its cheaper when ya break up!
Back to me... I'm growing at astronomical proportions here and I have to get a grip on this because I have too many cute clothes to gain anymore weight, dang it! Plus I can't wear my sexy crap anymore because I end up looking like the trailer princess who fell out of her mustang on the way to Arizona Petes Country Western Bar! Just say no to Muffin Tops!
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
The Roof, The Roof, The Roof is on FIIIRREE!
There is something very unsettling about turning on your tv expecting to see Oprah but instead seeing all your memories up in flames. My High School is presently on fire. Apparently the chemistry lab exploded at approximately 2:20pm today. They keep reiterating that no one was hurt or even in the particular classroom that caught fire, but I tend to think that is to settle down the masses. Not that I assume anyone is hurt, I just find it odd that they would keep repeating it.
Yet another sign that my life has changed course. I no longer am that girl. My childhood is burning to ashes in a fire that appears to be uncontrollable.
I wonder if the fire knows that it is doing this for me?
I wonder if it realizes that in all actuality this fire is reaffirming the fact that nothing lasts forever and resistance to that is futile.
Yet another sign that my life has changed course. I no longer am that girl. My childhood is burning to ashes in a fire that appears to be uncontrollable.
I wonder if the fire knows that it is doing this for me?
I wonder if it realizes that in all actuality this fire is reaffirming the fact that nothing lasts forever and resistance to that is futile.
I feel so...
I don't know..
whats the word...
out of place?
Misplaced?
insignificant?
under-appreciated?
left-behind?
I don't know...
But the weird thing is that I really am not freaking out about it. I'm just like, oh well. Whatever. Normally I would be all frantic and flippin out. But for some reason I'm just noticing and feeling these feelings but it's almost like I'm looking through a wall at it happening to someone else.
I guess its the medication. It must be the medication. Its calmed the paranoia but made the anger worse. Much, much, much worse. I'm scared I'm going to hurt myself or someone else very soon. But yet, they can't seem to come up with the funds to allow me to have counseling. Hmmm. Weird, considering I get $350 worth of medication every month for only $50. Yet they don't have funding for me to see a therapist about my rage issues? So I'm on a waiting list. I shall wait.
whats the word...
out of place?
Misplaced?
insignificant?
under-appreciated?
left-behind?
I don't know...
But the weird thing is that I really am not freaking out about it. I'm just like, oh well. Whatever. Normally I would be all frantic and flippin out. But for some reason I'm just noticing and feeling these feelings but it's almost like I'm looking through a wall at it happening to someone else.
I guess its the medication. It must be the medication. Its calmed the paranoia but made the anger worse. Much, much, much worse. I'm scared I'm going to hurt myself or someone else very soon. But yet, they can't seem to come up with the funds to allow me to have counseling. Hmmm. Weird, considering I get $350 worth of medication every month for only $50. Yet they don't have funding for me to see a therapist about my rage issues? So I'm on a waiting list. I shall wait.
Friday, October 27, 2006
You know you are an adult when...And other things I thought I'd never say.
my back is on fire...
You know I've always heard that people with big boobs have back problems. I've never experienced that until the past year and I've had these knockers for what seems like a decade...oh wait...it has been.
So I got a Dyson from my honey for Christmas. Not just any Dyson mind you but a PINK Dyson. The one that is for Breast Cancer Awareness. I got it early because there was only one left and it was $200 off the original price and I called my honey in a fit of joy and disbelief. He told me to put it my cart and said Merry Christmas. You know you are finally a grown up when you get excited over a vacuum cleaner!
Well this is the big weekend. I just finished making 100 jello shots and that isn't even half of them! It's 2:08am and I have class at 9am. I'm going to be doing legal research in the law library at Wake until noon. Then I have to rush to Costco to pick up the fruit and juice for the pj. By the time I get home I'll about 2 hours to clean the house before I have to go to work. Then when I get off work, i'll finish the rest of the jello shots and soak the fruit in the liquor. Tomie should be at the house by then and we will work out a game plan for this god-forsaken shindig.
These people better have the most fun of their fricken lives at this darn thing or I'm gonna kill em!
You know I've always heard that people with big boobs have back problems. I've never experienced that until the past year and I've had these knockers for what seems like a decade...oh wait...it has been.
So I got a Dyson from my honey for Christmas. Not just any Dyson mind you but a PINK Dyson. The one that is for Breast Cancer Awareness. I got it early because there was only one left and it was $200 off the original price and I called my honey in a fit of joy and disbelief. He told me to put it my cart and said Merry Christmas. You know you are finally a grown up when you get excited over a vacuum cleaner!
Well this is the big weekend. I just finished making 100 jello shots and that isn't even half of them! It's 2:08am and I have class at 9am. I'm going to be doing legal research in the law library at Wake until noon. Then I have to rush to Costco to pick up the fruit and juice for the pj. By the time I get home I'll about 2 hours to clean the house before I have to go to work. Then when I get off work, i'll finish the rest of the jello shots and soak the fruit in the liquor. Tomie should be at the house by then and we will work out a game plan for this god-forsaken shindig.
These people better have the most fun of their fricken lives at this darn thing or I'm gonna kill em!
Friday, October 06, 2006
I'm having a Ball!
Well I've got Bronchitis.
So I'm stuck in the house.
Along with this house stuckage comes the wonderful planning of a Halloween Party! It originally was my friend T's party but she has to move from her current location prior to the party date so my loving, yet stubborn boyfriend has grudgingly agreed to let her have it here.
This thing has taken on a life of its on, mainly due to the fact that my insanity has gone into overdrive and is now on autopilot in the party planning department of my brain. It's a welcomed change from the doldrums that usually inhabit the annals of my minds hallowed halls so I'm not complaining.
But as some of you have seen, I'm a natural born promoter and I've started pushing this thing with a ferver like this town has never seen! I'm may just end up with a mess on my hands and I haven't even asked off for work yet. Oops. But I didn't think it would be a good idea to do that since I've been out of work all week with a bronchial infection. I don't want to say, "oh and by the way, I'm gonna need the 28th and 29th off for a massive party in my backyard that most of the staff is probably gonna try and ask off for too, k thanks." So I thought I would just ease myself into that one. I'm not too worried about the staff asking off for that Saturday night, I'm mainly worried for them all calling in the next day from ghoulish hangovers. =/
But none the less, this is gonna be legendary and I've got some spooky surprises already planned. I want to ask ya'll for any tips to cheaply decorating and creating spooky scares in the backyard. Oh did I mention its an outdoors event for the most part? Also the event is called The Monster's Ball '06. So you can kinda see the theme. My house is nestled in a slope and there is a creek running next to the entrance to the basement. The basement is pretty much the only inside part of the party.
In our basement we have a billards table, a professional dart board, and a 'game of skill' slot machine. There is also a corner with a tv and some seating that will eventually be a bar. Off from that area is a home theatre with a wide screen HDTV and surround sound and lots of comfy couch seating. I think I will probably play Halloween themed movies on that all night.
Ok any suggestions beyond that?
So I'm stuck in the house.
Along with this house stuckage comes the wonderful planning of a Halloween Party! It originally was my friend T's party but she has to move from her current location prior to the party date so my loving, yet stubborn boyfriend has grudgingly agreed to let her have it here.
This thing has taken on a life of its on, mainly due to the fact that my insanity has gone into overdrive and is now on autopilot in the party planning department of my brain. It's a welcomed change from the doldrums that usually inhabit the annals of my minds hallowed halls so I'm not complaining.
But as some of you have seen, I'm a natural born promoter and I've started pushing this thing with a ferver like this town has never seen! I'm may just end up with a mess on my hands and I haven't even asked off for work yet. Oops. But I didn't think it would be a good idea to do that since I've been out of work all week with a bronchial infection. I don't want to say, "oh and by the way, I'm gonna need the 28th and 29th off for a massive party in my backyard that most of the staff is probably gonna try and ask off for too, k thanks." So I thought I would just ease myself into that one. I'm not too worried about the staff asking off for that Saturday night, I'm mainly worried for them all calling in the next day from ghoulish hangovers. =/
But none the less, this is gonna be legendary and I've got some spooky surprises already planned. I want to ask ya'll for any tips to cheaply decorating and creating spooky scares in the backyard. Oh did I mention its an outdoors event for the most part? Also the event is called The Monster's Ball '06. So you can kinda see the theme. My house is nestled in a slope and there is a creek running next to the entrance to the basement. The basement is pretty much the only inside part of the party.
In our basement we have a billards table, a professional dart board, and a 'game of skill' slot machine. There is also a corner with a tv and some seating that will eventually be a bar. Off from that area is a home theatre with a wide screen HDTV and surround sound and lots of comfy couch seating. I think I will probably play Halloween themed movies on that all night.
Ok any suggestions beyond that?
Thursday, October 05, 2006
Apparently my cootie shot wore off...
So Parlancheq tagged me with these ridiculous meme's. (What does that even mean?) And I guess since I've just left the drs. office with contagious diagnosis of bronchitis, sinusitis and some other itis that I can't remember, then I have plenty of time on my hands. I can't return to work until Saturday and we are officially on fall break at school so I have nothing due until Wednesday of next week. So here goes the taggin' and the meme-in'.
The Work Meme
1. What is the best thing about your workplace?
Let's see here...
The best thing about my workplace is that I'm bartending again. I didn't realize how much I missed it until I started grabbing those bottles and throwing around those tumblers. Unfortunately, I haven't gotten back into my continuous rhythm yet so I drop alot of said bottles and tumblers. Oh well. I'm workin' on it.
2. What do you hate about your workplace?
I hate the fact that the bar is so un-user friendly. There is no storage, no work space, no space to move around, no set place to put anything, etc. However, it is beautiful. This seems to be a metaphor for life, most things that are beautiful will always seem to win out over function and longevity. Remember that kids, strive to be Barbie, not Martha Stewart. Barbie drives a corvette, Martha got locked in the slammer and her family hates her.
3. What small irritance at your workplace really annoys you?
The fact that you have to go all the way to walk in cooler to get creamer for coffee instead of them just icing down a 1/4 pan and droppin in a container of half and half. I don't know why they don't want to do this but it really seems the simplest solution to the creamer issue. Work smart, not hard people.
4. Describe the actions/quirks of the weirdest person you work with (can be a co-worker, employer, or a vendor if you are self-employed).
I agree with Parlancheq, I hear on a daily basis from co-workers "you are so weird".
5. What is one thing that you would change at your workplace to make life a helluva lot better?
I would make them all listen to me and do as I say. Wouldn't that make every job better?
Now I tag these 5 bloggers who hopefully will forgive me for doing so:
(I don't know how to make these fancy click on links like Parlancheq so I hop eyou people still read my blog or else the tag will just be floating in sea of unrequited tagged-ness...)
-Abbagirl (I'm not really sure what she does but I've always wondered cause I know she travels alot and there is some kinda retail in there somehow.)
-Firefly (Her life just seems interesting)
-Karin (I wonder what wonder's she has in her Korner)
And well as sad as it may seem folks, thats all I got to tag. I could tag others, but they wouldn't know it so it would be like touching a random person on a public bus or a subway. They might feel someone brush against them, but could careless.
The Work Meme
1. What is the best thing about your workplace?
Let's see here...
The best thing about my workplace is that I'm bartending again. I didn't realize how much I missed it until I started grabbing those bottles and throwing around those tumblers. Unfortunately, I haven't gotten back into my continuous rhythm yet so I drop alot of said bottles and tumblers. Oh well. I'm workin' on it.
2. What do you hate about your workplace?
I hate the fact that the bar is so un-user friendly. There is no storage, no work space, no space to move around, no set place to put anything, etc. However, it is beautiful. This seems to be a metaphor for life, most things that are beautiful will always seem to win out over function and longevity. Remember that kids, strive to be Barbie, not Martha Stewart. Barbie drives a corvette, Martha got locked in the slammer and her family hates her.
3. What small irritance at your workplace really annoys you?
The fact that you have to go all the way to walk in cooler to get creamer for coffee instead of them just icing down a 1/4 pan and droppin in a container of half and half. I don't know why they don't want to do this but it really seems the simplest solution to the creamer issue. Work smart, not hard people.
4. Describe the actions/quirks of the weirdest person you work with (can be a co-worker, employer, or a vendor if you are self-employed).
I agree with Parlancheq, I hear on a daily basis from co-workers "you are so weird".
5. What is one thing that you would change at your workplace to make life a helluva lot better?
I would make them all listen to me and do as I say. Wouldn't that make every job better?
Now I tag these 5 bloggers who hopefully will forgive me for doing so:
(I don't know how to make these fancy click on links like Parlancheq so I hop eyou people still read my blog or else the tag will just be floating in sea of unrequited tagged-ness...)
-Abbagirl (I'm not really sure what she does but I've always wondered cause I know she travels alot and there is some kinda retail in there somehow.)
-Firefly (Her life just seems interesting)
-Karin (I wonder what wonder's she has in her Korner)
And well as sad as it may seem folks, thats all I got to tag. I could tag others, but they wouldn't know it so it would be like touching a random person on a public bus or a subway. They might feel someone brush against them, but could careless.
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
Close encounters of the blogging kind...
I know I've not posted in a month of Sunday's. I can't use the excuse that I've busy. I have, in fact been busier than usual but there have been times when I could have blogged. The fact is I've been burnt out on blogging.
I started to stress myself out. I have several disorders as you may know, and one of them is a problem with panic attacks. I started to create a fan base with my blogging and thought thought that I must continue to blog on a daily basis in order to keep that up. And honestly, that is true. But only do you have to blog on a daily basis, but your blogs must be witty and entertaining daily. Do you realize how much pressure that was on me? I'm a pretty witty girl, and for the most part entertaining, but to do that on command...daily?!? It was just too much. I was cracking under the pressure.
And then I started to find more entertaining blogs than mine. And I would see that some of my fan base had commented on some peoples blogs and not on mine. I would worry that I offended them in some way or that I just wasn't living up to my full blog potential. This would send me into full on paranoia mode. I started scanning any and everyone who had ever commented on my blog's comments to see if they gave any indication as to why they weren't commenting on mine anymore. (psycho) Yes, I have a problem. Then I noticed that Abbagirl would from time to time write about me in her blogs and I started to freak out that if I didn't come up with something to say in her comments then she would hate me and never comment on mine again.
I haven't gotten a comment from Andrew in months and I just stopped keeping up with him. I assumed I was more than he was willing to handle in the online blogging friend so I weened myself from his blog. He now has made his blog private and I'm not invited, no big surprise.
The straw that broke the camels back was about a week ago I was at work and one of the other bartenders came up to me asked me did I have a blog.
"uh, yea?"
She then pointed to smiling guy at the bar waving at me and told me that is how he found the restaurant. I was shocked. I know that this is completely public and any and everyone can find it at anytime but this was just too close to home. He said that he googled my restaurants name because he was trying to find our website and my blog came up as the first hit.
HELLLOOOO!! FIRST HIT?!?!? Our restaurant has a website that is the actual name of the darn website! So why is my blog a first hit?!?!
So needless to say I deleted my blog with my restaurant name and location and will be a bit more cautious in my further posts regarding my personal life. I don't need this kinda stress. I can barely function as it is.
I started to stress myself out. I have several disorders as you may know, and one of them is a problem with panic attacks. I started to create a fan base with my blogging and thought thought that I must continue to blog on a daily basis in order to keep that up. And honestly, that is true. But only do you have to blog on a daily basis, but your blogs must be witty and entertaining daily. Do you realize how much pressure that was on me? I'm a pretty witty girl, and for the most part entertaining, but to do that on command...daily?!? It was just too much. I was cracking under the pressure.
And then I started to find more entertaining blogs than mine. And I would see that some of my fan base had commented on some peoples blogs and not on mine. I would worry that I offended them in some way or that I just wasn't living up to my full blog potential. This would send me into full on paranoia mode. I started scanning any and everyone who had ever commented on my blog's comments to see if they gave any indication as to why they weren't commenting on mine anymore. (psycho) Yes, I have a problem. Then I noticed that Abbagirl would from time to time write about me in her blogs and I started to freak out that if I didn't come up with something to say in her comments then she would hate me and never comment on mine again.
I haven't gotten a comment from Andrew in months and I just stopped keeping up with him. I assumed I was more than he was willing to handle in the online blogging friend so I weened myself from his blog. He now has made his blog private and I'm not invited, no big surprise.
The straw that broke the camels back was about a week ago I was at work and one of the other bartenders came up to me asked me did I have a blog.
"uh, yea?"
She then pointed to smiling guy at the bar waving at me and told me that is how he found the restaurant. I was shocked. I know that this is completely public and any and everyone can find it at anytime but this was just too close to home. He said that he googled my restaurants name because he was trying to find our website and my blog came up as the first hit.
HELLLOOOO!! FIRST HIT?!?!? Our restaurant has a website that is the actual name of the darn website! So why is my blog a first hit?!?!
So needless to say I deleted my blog with my restaurant name and location and will be a bit more cautious in my further posts regarding my personal life. I don't need this kinda stress. I can barely function as it is.
Thursday, September 07, 2006
The glamorous life.
Back when I was single I noticed that when a guy found out that I was a bartender his attraction to me increased by about 30%. I usually left the bar with at least 2 numbers from random dudes sticking them in the tip jar or writing their number on the credit card receipt. This has always puzzled me and the only conclusion I can come to is that he thought he would get free drinks. Or the guys at the bar must have failed miserably with all the other chicks who aren't wearing a tuxedo shirt and black dockers and thought "well, she was sure nice to me all night. Maybe she likes me."
All the little servers wanna be bartenders, too. Thats all I hear from the kids at the restaurant. "How did you become a bartender? Did you have to go to school for it? Will you teach me?" Look kids, its really not all its cracked up to be. When a server takes a drink order at the table, let's say for a Margarita, a Sex on the Beach, a Pina Colada and a Guiness Draught, all they do is walk to the computer, type in the order and go run food...flirt with the cooks...clean some tables...text messege their boyfriends...smoke in the bathroom, whatever. But that order then goes to the bartenders to make. Those are four COMPLETELY different drinks that are ALL step intensive. You are lookin' at a good two minutes of turn around.
Now say you are the bartender and you take that same drink order from a group that just sat at the bar. They are sitting right in front of you so they are watching you make it and telling you that their mom's second cousin is a bartender and he makes margarita's with a splash of orange juice and they really wished I woulda made it like that, meanwhile showing you pictures of their brother-in-laws dog who just had surgery on his anus. At that same time that you are smiling and acting like you care, you also have to make the servers drinks that rang in some ridiculous shot that no one has ever heard of but some douchebag at their table heard once at a bar in jersey and is trying to impress his date. Then a wide eyed food runner comes walking out of the kitchen and just stands in front of you with arms loaded down with food mouthing the words "where's seat 10" with a mixed look of fear and too much eyeliner. While all this is going on some butt-munch walks in and wants a $2.50 beer and hands you a $100 and you know you don't have the change but the manager is at the host stand attempting to be witty with the 16 year olds he's hired to boost his ego. About this time a server brings you a chocolate martini that you made half an hour ago and says the customer wanted an apple martini instead however they didn't realize what they had until they drank half of it. Then your regular at the end of bar yells for another round of whiskey and pabst blue ribbon for his buddies and while yer at it let him get a look at those 'big ol titties'. By this time a hostess has come to inform you that there is a To Go order waiting on line one and you look up to see your ex boyfriend walk in with a 5'10" blue eyed blonde with brand new boobs and Gucci bag.
Still want my job?
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
Scared, Confused and otherwise freakin' the heck out!
I went to my first day of training today for my new job. I've been out of the restaurant business for the last year doing the make-up thing so its very exciting to get back into what I do best. I've been in some form of the service industry for the last 14 years and if there is one thing that I know I'm good at its this.
That having said, I'm now terrified. I get like this anytime I start a new restaurant job though. Except Tripps for some reason and I think that was because I was with Pam (my roomate at the time). This restaurant is starting out to be a Village Tavern clone.
For those of you not from the area VT is the big dog in fine dining. Us in the industry know that they set the standard by which other restaurants follow. If you can make it at VT you and make anywhere. They have always scared me a bit. All but one of the managers are from Village Tavern and one of the owners was VP of operations for them, so naturally they would display several of their standards. The sad thing is, they are kinda stealing their menu too.
The main reason I'm scared is because there are too many things taking place at once and I'm having a hard time keeping up. I'm in school and I'm trying to pass menu tests and its all just getting a little hinky. Too many things are overlapping. I'm a perfectionist so not knowing menu items the first time I'm asked in some stupid game at training today is flipping me out. I want to shine. I need to shine. My anxiety is starting to show and I feel panicy. I can't let that happen at this job.
You see not only is this a new job, its a new and only opportunity to make friends. I have lived in this area for only 3 months and I've have no friends. I am a social person and being out here in the country with no one to bond with is seriously taking a toll on me. I need that interaction and I don't want to come across as a weirdo or I won't make friends at work. All this is stressing me to the max. Luckily I have a meeting with my psychiatrist on Thursday and will hopefully get medicated so that I can cope with all this better.
I just need you all to route for me so that I can make it through this training period. I truely believe in the power of positive thinking and I need some good vibes to come my way in a major way. As sad as it may sound, my blog friends are all I have as a support group right now. I love my computer because all of my friends live in it.
Southern drawls and other things that probably get on firefly's nerves.
haha no offense to firefly I just had to come up with an attention grabbing title.
I love my southern accent and wouldn't change it for the world. However, a good portion of my family lives in Philadelphia and the surrounding Bucks County area so when I go to visit them I get constant backlash about it. My sister has lived there for over fourteen years and still has her thick accent. I can only imagine the ridiculousness she faces on a daily basis.
I can't go anywhere up there without someone commenting on my accent. The first 4 times it happens I can let it ride but when you can't ask a question without getting grilled about where you are from, it gets annoying. My grandmother is from Possum Holler NC and she has lived in PA for the last 53 years. She now has that thick yankee accent but I make sure to let others know when they say something to us and not to her.
Grandma's summer home is in New Jersey where I take the most ribbing. I absolutely love Jersey! I love everything about it, the accents, the attitudes, the big hair, the over accesesorizing, the spandex, the open shirted hairy chested men, the boardwalk, etc. But you don't see me confronting people with Jersey hair and making fun of that do you?
I guess its just a matter of how we are raised and how we are taught to tolerate differences. While 'yes ma'am' gets on firefly's nerves, it makes me feel like I've encountered a kindred spirit. A joy to encounter in such a fast paced, overly obnoxious society that we seem to be raising these days.
I love my southern accent and wouldn't change it for the world. However, a good portion of my family lives in Philadelphia and the surrounding Bucks County area so when I go to visit them I get constant backlash about it. My sister has lived there for over fourteen years and still has her thick accent. I can only imagine the ridiculousness she faces on a daily basis.
I can't go anywhere up there without someone commenting on my accent. The first 4 times it happens I can let it ride but when you can't ask a question without getting grilled about where you are from, it gets annoying. My grandmother is from Possum Holler NC and she has lived in PA for the last 53 years. She now has that thick yankee accent but I make sure to let others know when they say something to us and not to her.
Grandma's summer home is in New Jersey where I take the most ribbing. I absolutely love Jersey! I love everything about it, the accents, the attitudes, the big hair, the over accesesorizing, the spandex, the open shirted hairy chested men, the boardwalk, etc. But you don't see me confronting people with Jersey hair and making fun of that do you?
I guess its just a matter of how we are raised and how we are taught to tolerate differences. While 'yes ma'am' gets on firefly's nerves, it makes me feel like I've encountered a kindred spirit. A joy to encounter in such a fast paced, overly obnoxious society that we seem to be raising these days.
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