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April 7th, 2009 (04:13 am)

I suppose some sort of explanation is required?

I will give it a shot, but frankly--it isn't rational.

Also, despite the fact that I have known many of you for well over a decade...
I think one of my most recent LJ friends saw this coming down main street.

And you, ma'am, I believe you know who you are.
*smiles her real smile*

I have been miserable for a long time, doing what I do.
I think the MORE miserable I became the more I tried to champion my position.

Find the pride, find SOMETHING to help me make it through each day.
I know, I know...people are starving and dying in horrible conditions all over the planet
and on street corners in my own Town. I am an ungrateful creature to feel the way I feel
about a steady job.

But it was making me insane.
Drying me up inside.

Do you know what it was?
What made me snap the final ginger snap?


I was on edge, I knew I was on edge... Maybe I needed a little bit more time
to open the store on Sunday for brunch? I went in early, polished and rested and really
really hoping I could make a go of it. DO IT.

Palm Sunday.
I wore a skirt...for my Mum. Though she was miles and miles away at Church.
I had the store very nearly set up before the other server even arrived.

I was second cut, Joe would have gotten the first table.
But these folks were really early. We weren't open yet.
But It was a family of six,
it was really windy outside
and I thought--well, what could hurt letting them in early?

I told them we weren't open yet, but they could sit down.
Did anyone need a cup of coffee or anything?
I brought coffee, I brought a few glasses of iced tea....

I did not even intend to take the table, as it was rightfully Joe's--but he was tired
and hung over, like we all are on Sunday morning...

The kitchen wasn't ready for orders yet, it was still ten to ten...
I came round and filled everyone's coffee and tea...
and this woman

This dreadful harpy of a creature...

I'm on, I am trying to stay SANE, I am doing what I do not have to do
for these people
because if it were my Family I would want someone to take care of THEM.

Everyone I wait on is an extension of my family.

The little 'kids would have left the door locked.
The little 'kids would have made faces out the window....

But not me, oh no. I let them inside. I was kind to them and went out of my way
with no expectation of payment of any sort save the satisfaction of their satisfaction.

Angrily, snippy and bitter--the Harpy Creature demands to order.


I know.
I know it was nothing, it was certainly NOTHING for a veteran like myself.

But I was suddenly filled with a loathing, a HATE, that was near unbearable.
I really am not sure why.
WHY this particular moment?

Phantasies erupted inside me.....
I wanted to TELL HER,
that after 21 years doing this
is was SHE, her, SHE

she was the everlasting last straw.

You, you unbearable nasty hateful creature--it is you that finally broke me.

Instead, I smiled my waitress smile
and took their order.

I asked Brian (Our Brilliant Kitchen Manager) if I could put the order in early.
He said yes, and we cursed them loudly as only you can in the kitchen
with the music turned up.

Seriously--who in their right mind would piss off someone in charge of something
they intended to put in their MOUTH?

I can honestly say in the over two decades I have been in this business
I have never once done anything to anyone's food. That is for my OWN self respect.

I have however, been witness to less than savory behavior from fellow servers
who felt wronged.

Just a good general rule when out.

I took one more table.
The rest of the servers for the morning arrived.
I held my shit together juuuuuuust long enough for the place to be okay.
Again, this is for my OWN self respect. *sigh*

I gave the two top by the bar to Bryce, he was born the year I graduated high school.
I gave Madison 4 dollars (it was all the cash I had on me) and begged her to take the
six top. (we can grat any table 6 or over so there was no way she could get screwed)
She took her time picking the table up on our POS--and I grabbed her by the shoulders
and grinned my most insane grin:



she said.
and wide eyed, she released me.

I told Lisa I needed to leave, it was her first day as an MOD....
bless her heart, I do feel bad about that.

And I just walked out.

I really wanted to give the woman at table 101 the BIRD
through the large front window as I left....but I refrained.

The GM has offered to write me a letter of recommendation.

*laughs and laughs*

So there, that is...."What Happened"


Posted by: 2manynotes (2manynotes)
Posted at: April 7th, 2009 12:29 pm (UTC)

People never cease to amaze me with their capacity for utter assholery.

Well, I say Good For You. I have often felt that being a server has got to be one of the hardest and least appreciated jobs on the planet; I don't know how you do it. But if it was sucking out your soul then it was definitely time to get out.

And now won't it be interesting to see what the Universe has waiting for you?


Posted by: Red Lipstick & Green Ink (ginger931)
Posted at: April 10th, 2009 12:23 am (UTC)

Oh yes, ALWAYS an adventure...


Thank you.

Posted by: Janine de Luna-Azul (jbluemoon)
Posted at: April 7th, 2009 03:38 pm (UTC)

I don't know how you could put up with shit like that for so long without popping sooner. I commend you.

I wait on some real winners at the sales counter. I can just imagine how much more of an asshole they'd be if they were sitting in a restaurant- HUNGRY! And Waiting!

You deserve better.

Edited at 2009-04-07 03:39 pm (UTC)

Posted by: Red Lipstick & Green Ink (ginger931)
Posted at: April 10th, 2009 12:26 am (UTC)

Funny that the thing I love most about the business,
interacting with people,
is also the thing that is most challenging.


Thank you for the encouraging words.


Posted by: hairypolack (hairypolack)
Posted at: April 7th, 2009 06:32 pm (UTC)

the last 2 times I saw you there you seemed like you were walking a tight rop

Posted by: Red Lipstick & Green Ink (ginger931)
Posted at: April 10th, 2009 12:26 am (UTC)

one that was about to snap...

Posted by: Brandy Eileen (brandyeileen)
Posted at: April 7th, 2009 08:44 pm (UTC)

Thank you. I was wondering, but figured it was something like this. I've been in waitress shoes before, myself. Grrr. People like that really get to me. After awhile, it's like they are a weight tied to your ankle when you're still trying to swim the English Channel.

Posted by: Red Lipstick & Green Ink (ginger931)
Posted at: April 10th, 2009 12:27 am (UTC)
Wet Swords


Posted by: kymical addiction (kymical)
Posted at: April 7th, 2009 10:49 pm (UTC)
insides always win....

we are creatures of pride (not just you and me but the planet i think.)
and i am sure all can relate to that struggle of wanting to do what you are supposed to do and keep the job. make the money, pay the bills et cetera. dreams and aspirations saved for "retirement" or whatever that means. we tell our insides we will take a break and do something else when we can or have more time, money, freedom. we just can't right now.
then one day your insides decide that if you won't listen they will help you out. and then that last straw magically appears.
as brutal as it is, you have guided yourself to this freedom type place.
you can call in the favors for all sorts of things, but it sounds like your insides have bigger plans.
you are going to succeed because your goal is simply who you are. (wrap your brain around that!)
we can always fix up old things but how exciting is it to get something fresh out of the box?

so your insides have demanded an audience, give it to em!

Posted by: Red Lipstick & Green Ink (ginger931)
Posted at: April 10th, 2009 12:28 am (UTC)
Re: insides always win....

Excellent advice, Friend.

Thank you.

Posted by: Orin (rin_o)
Posted at: April 8th, 2009 03:28 am (UTC)


i don't think i can go out to eat properly anymore. if i see that, i'll probably bounce their head off the table.

you don't treat people who handle your food like that. and you don't treat anyone like that at their job.....unless you're the boss AND a dick. and you really, REALLY never do something liek that to someoen that stuck their nect out for you.

what kind of...who the FUCK repays a favor by shitting right into their hands?

Posted by: Red Lipstick & Green Ink (ginger931)
Posted at: April 10th, 2009 12:31 am (UTC)
Betty Waits

We always joke about "the balance" at work,
making it through because something will happen
maybe not that shift or the next, but certainly
that week...that we can swallow as karmic payment.

I will miss my Sunday regulars.
All the folks who asked for me by name...
and paid me well for my time.


Posted by: Pumping Iron Hearts (woundedmarigold)
Posted at: April 8th, 2009 05:07 am (UTC)

"People are always ruining things for you." - Holden Caulfield

Seriously, I will never understand people. Why do they think they can make their own rules, play their own games, and suddenly become the victor?

The customer is never right - the customer is dead wrong.

I snapped working at the movie theater for as long as I did. My job now? I swear at a computer, and people stare at me.

The older I get the more I can't control myself. I am one angry woman.

You, G, you will find your place. You always do. Dust yourself off, turn up the tunes, and bounce right back.

Posted by: Red Lipstick & Green Ink (ginger931)
Posted at: April 10th, 2009 12:31 am (UTC)

Yes Ma'am.


I will do my best.

Posted by: Chris, the ShirtlifterBear (shirtlifterbear)
Posted at: April 8th, 2009 05:41 am (UTC)

The last day I worked as a bartender?

The day THE LAST STRAW BITCH broke me.

She wasn't even unusually awful, she was just THE LAST STRAW!


Posted by: Red Lipstick & Green Ink (ginger931)
Posted at: April 10th, 2009 12:32 am (UTC)

I knew beyond doubt
that YOU would understand.

*hugs you*

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