reflections

So the other day I worked a double at Porcupine. For those out of touch with restaurant lingo...that means that I worked to shifts which ends up basically being all day, open to close, and most likely more than 12 hours or really stinking close. I was just helping someone out. I did it once before and I swore never to do it again, and this time I mean it.....never. Well maybe....just kidding Jess. I promise.

The day shift was blah and I was not all the way with it. Nothing remarkable happened nothing was dropped, forgotten or lost. All was moderately okay....is that possible. I drank the night before and did not run or exercise before I went to work so I was not 100% Jacque. Sucks right.

The night shift went great. I was upstairs my first few tables were awesome. Skiers and men. I do not have to say anything else. I then got a 7 person table. It was all women. They already had drinks, due to the long wait for a table. I had their waters and everything ready for them. I greeted them on time, offered and ordered their apps at their leisure....I understand that it takes women a long time to agree on things. Whatever. The first thing I hear while I am standing their waiting for their attention is one person saying "you won't believe what I did. I actually made friends with my sisters -in-laws." The person saying this is sort of slouched in her chair and you can tell she is the take charge sort (by that I mean she is bossy...she re-ordered for the girl next to her...something different...by the way). My first impression....Jesus Christ....what a bitch.
Apps and drinks come entrees are on the way, more drinks. I am doing the general filling of waters, clearing, and all the things you expect as a diner. Everything comes on time, it is correct, I brought extra plates and condiments for all those sharing. All which it expected and due to you as a patron. I split the bills, even though it was not specified at the beginning, which is hard with so many drink and split items. I told them it would take a few extra minutes to do this.
This 7 top of women chill for a few more minutes...prob 10. I get the receipt and the bossy yet relaxed lady had left me a nice little reminder on how to treat people.
"It would have been nice if you could have shown a little kindness I was displaying it. I would have tipped you tripple."(sic)

This lady needs to fuck off. I only reflected the poorly created image that she was displaying. I was laughing and having a good time with the rest of my tables. Basically she and I did not really jive with each other and as you all know I have a hard time hiding these things. I show how I feel clearly in all my facial expressions and I was also probably tired.

The main theme of this bloggy is that I don't have to kiss your ass just because you are eating at my restaurant. I will not kiss your ass. I will not be fake to your ass unless I want to do so. I do not need your money if it means sacrificing anything like my personal dignity. Think about that the next time you go out. Most likely she did not think about this. I am a person I have judgements, reservations and I can make up my own mind. I will do all of these things all the time, or whenever I choose to, so be careful how you treat me. You just might get the exact same in return.

Ahhhh

Seriously....I am trying really hard to remember that I even have this blog. Thanks Mel for reminding me.

I am having such a good time with everything right now I just don't think that I can write anything. usually everything I write is mean. So I might just have to say hi to you all....no one prob checks anymore cause I have not been here for months....oh well.

When something bad happens or I start to feel poopie I think I will stop in a write some of the awful things that I see and experience. But for now....laugh.