I am so tired of waiting tables.
Reaaallllly tired of it. Long hours, unpredictable pay, and pushy people. Let me name some examples of things that drive me nuts on the job.
1. People who drink really fast. We are talking every time I look their drink is empty. And it's never water, it's always soda. I just want to tell them they don't need the calories and to get the damn drink themselves.
2. People who don't acknowledge you're there. "Hi welcome to Bar Louie!...." after my little greeting is over they just sit there and stare at their menu. Silently. Like I'm automated or something. I want to scream
HELLLLLLOOOOO!
3. People who think of something they need every time you walk by. Like ranch. Like more ranch. Like different silverware. Like something different because they didn't like the food. You don't like fish and you ordered the fish tacos? Please! They are FISH TACOS its not just a name it is actually made from it!
4. People who tip 15% or less. No it is not enough. If your server is passable you tip 20% which is what the base tip is now. Tip more if the server is good, if you take up the table for a really long time, or if you complain a lot.
5. People who let their kids tear apart every sugar/sugar substitute packet and pour them on the table. Then let their kids pour their food on the floor or across the room or anywhere but in their mouth. Just because you don't have to pick it up doesn't mean it isn't rude! Kids should be taught manners in restaurants from the beginning. I understand a little mess, but we are talking mop worthy. Completely
unnecessary!
6. People who talk to you like you are stupid. I'm serious here, just because we are waiting tables doesn't mean we are uneducated. Many of the people I work with have degrees. Some have masters! It's better money than a minimum wage position which is the only thing available in this crap economy right now. And some people actually love doing it!
7. People who ask how expensive the drinks are. Instantly you know they're cheap, you know they are going to leave you a tiny tip. Come on people, if the price isn't listed it's expensive. If you need to ask the price you can't afford it anyway.
8. People who complain about how long it takes to get their food. Look around you, if it's busy there are that many meals being cooked and it's not like we have a cook for every person there. We can only move so fast. On a second note, if you order your steak/burger well done.... you are going to wait. It's takes forever. And everyone knows you don't need to kill your meat twice. It's barely edible by the time it reaches well done.
9. People who get drunk and inappropriate. Like slapping you in the butt, hanging on you, refusing to leave until you give them your number and promise to go out with them. I'm serious it happens.
10. People who ask for chicken tenders. They are not on the menu! We don't have them! We have some amazing things to try, so experiment or go back home you hillbilly!
ressure, lower platelet levels, pain in the liver and kidneys... the Dr. went ahead and ordered my epidural put in and broke my water. Well, things were still slow even after that! I didn't quite realize this at the time, but they were considering shipping me to the trauma unit at a neighboring hospital since my kidneys and liver were starting to shut down, risking seizures, stroke, or even death. Seriously. My parents were freaking out. The technical date of my older sisters death (although it was the Sat before Labor Day) is Sept. 5. And wouldn't you know, but I was going to have my baby on that day, when I got pregnant on her birthday. I don't believe in coincidence so all I can think is that God and Christa were telling me that they were going to transform that day for my family into something wonderful. Well, the afternoon rolled around of Sept. 5 and I was only dilated to a 5 after all this time. I was laying in my birthing room with my best friend Danelle while my Mom ran out to update the family and I started having horrible contractions almost on top of each other. I hadn't received active labor pain meds through the epidural yet because I was progressing so slowly, and I was really feeling these. When I asked the nurse to move me to try to relieve some of the pain, she decided to examine me. Good thing she did! I was fully dilated and ready to go! They frantically called the Dr. and he came to check me out. He thought he had a few minutes to see another patient downstairs so set everyone up to help me push and left. Apparently, he did not plan on the fact that I am a world class pusher. A few minutes later the nurse is yelling at him over the phone that he's going to miss the birth. He came running and after only 30 minutes of pushing Lilah Christine was born.
