i can't wake up...
if i could never have to sleep again and still function...35% of my problems would be solved...
today got off to a rough start...i didn't fall asleep until late last night, and in fact i had to go to the downstairs bed because it was so hot up top...that didn't make me too happy..so i wake up to my asstard of a roommate banging on something in the bathroom...this goes on long enough...how long is long enough...well, if it wakes me up, too long...it sounded as if he was hammering in nails to the wall, or banging some case against the sink...i don't know...he would later claim to have done no such thing...coool..the only people to use our bathroom is us and it apparently wasn't him...whistling...like that faggot always does....
ughhh...so i toss and i turn, never really getting any good sleep out of it...not wanting to get out of bed at any point because i haven't rested enough....i don't do anything on my list before work today...i just slowly get ready, pulling myself out of bed and into the shower..as i am dressing i get a phone call, normally i'd love talking to this person, but i had no time for it today..i was short and got off the phone on a bad note....
i went off to work....not happy, and knowing i would just become less happy (if at all possible) the moment my soul became sucked in by that place merely by walking in the doors...the night wasn't terrible...i was running four tables at one time...i haven't done that since...since....patio? good grief...out of practice for sure - which is the real sad thing...i remember a time, at my epoch, i could wait on ten tables flipping every 30 minutes with no real problem (mind you there was dancing in there every 20 minutes...but let's not talk about that)...ohhhh to be back in casual dining again....
i had my asshole for the night which caused me to lose the table i think...the man in position one on my pick-up booth was making shitty comments, implying to me and to the table as if i was somehow negatively effecting their dining experience...the man is lucky he didn't get the back of my hand...i'll let one comment go by overlooked, but the second...fuck you sir, fuck you.
the first interaction went down something like this:
Me: Alright ladies and gentleman, i know we still have that dessert coming but i was just wondering if i should go ahead and box that up for you, or if you had the room for it
*this being said because they ordered the "Dirty Thirty" special menu we have going on that includes soup/salad, choice of entree, two sides, and a dessert...and since they didn't eat all of their entrees i was simply making a convenient suggestion for them...
his response: well, how bout you bring them out so we can see the presentation and then you can box them up...
cooool..asshole....so i bring out the desserts...i am not trying to imply i am turning and burning this table, frankly..i don't care, it's not a table in my section so i don't need them to get up soon or stay for another hour...i don't care...i make my rounds check back..eventually i notice they have stopped eating...again i don't want them to feel rushed so i let them sit there and stew...just to make sure they didn't pick up a fork and start going at it again...no utensil movements, it's ok to go in...or so i thought..
Me: Alright, are we all finished here?
Ass: I don't know, are you all finished?
Me: Excuse me? AM i all finished?!
Ass: well looks like we are finished then
luckily the commotion in the restaurant was louder than normal and i don't think he really heard the tone in or my response what-so-ever...
whatever, since the table wasn't in my section, it really didn't have any effect on me...i mean i was already in a pissy mood...i'm not sure what was really stopping me from backhanding that asshole like he was my girlfriend....i mean he was rude, insulted me, and he would never break his conversation when i approached the table...wow, what was stopping me?
the night continued and i continued to server more Dirty Thirty's..the bane of the server's existence in downtown this week..i keep things somewhat lighthearted as my SA tells me i always can make him laugh..i mocked The Pickup Artist as i gave our food-runner Jesse tips on how to pick up women...that's about the time Hilary walked into the kitchen and asked what do i know about picking up woman...i retorted 'wait, wasn't i inside you?' - classic line from Waiting. i would also make a comment about one of the manager's preference on anal sex after i walked behind her for a moment..and then servers started to try to come up with double sexual meanings for the name "Jangus"...all in a days work...
after i got home i would later spend part of the night trying to convince people that i thought the Holocaust never happened..all because of this newslink video...and i say "the reasons why the 'Germans' didn't make the buildings designed to last long is because the Germans never built them...are you kidding me, German engineering is remarkable, Mercedes anyone...so these buildings would have for sure lasted the test of time...they were definitely built in a haste fashion by the Americans when they came barging into the motherland, errr, deutchland...." silly people...anything to make the Aryan race look bad...
obviously i'm kidding people.....
but the majority of the night would be spent, starring blankly at a computer screen...wondering why i can't fall asleep...knowing how much i'm going to hate life tomorrow when i can't wake up because i will not have fully rested...maybe i'll have another dream where i move to Florida...which for some reason in my dream is an island, like hawai'i......ohhh to think...this time two years ago...i was in piney point maryland..i had me a gf and it wasn't cold outside...
today got off to a rough start...i didn't fall asleep until late last night, and in fact i had to go to the downstairs bed because it was so hot up top...that didn't make me too happy..so i wake up to my asstard of a roommate banging on something in the bathroom...this goes on long enough...how long is long enough...well, if it wakes me up, too long...it sounded as if he was hammering in nails to the wall, or banging some case against the sink...i don't know...he would later claim to have done no such thing...coool..the only people to use our bathroom is us and it apparently wasn't him...whistling...like that faggot always does....
ughhh...so i toss and i turn, never really getting any good sleep out of it...not wanting to get out of bed at any point because i haven't rested enough....i don't do anything on my list before work today...i just slowly get ready, pulling myself out of bed and into the shower..as i am dressing i get a phone call, normally i'd love talking to this person, but i had no time for it today..i was short and got off the phone on a bad note....
i went off to work....not happy, and knowing i would just become less happy (if at all possible) the moment my soul became sucked in by that place merely by walking in the doors...the night wasn't terrible...i was running four tables at one time...i haven't done that since...since....patio? good grief...out of practice for sure - which is the real sad thing...i remember a time, at my epoch, i could wait on ten tables flipping every 30 minutes with no real problem (mind you there was dancing in there every 20 minutes...but let's not talk about that)...ohhhh to be back in casual dining again....
i had my asshole for the night which caused me to lose the table i think...the man in position one on my pick-up booth was making shitty comments, implying to me and to the table as if i was somehow negatively effecting their dining experience...the man is lucky he didn't get the back of my hand...i'll let one comment go by overlooked, but the second...fuck you sir, fuck you.
the first interaction went down something like this:
Me: Alright ladies and gentleman, i know we still have that dessert coming but i was just wondering if i should go ahead and box that up for you, or if you had the room for it
*this being said because they ordered the "Dirty Thirty" special menu we have going on that includes soup/salad, choice of entree, two sides, and a dessert...and since they didn't eat all of their entrees i was simply making a convenient suggestion for them...
his response: well, how bout you bring them out so we can see the presentation and then you can box them up...
cooool..asshole....so i bring out the desserts...i am not trying to imply i am turning and burning this table, frankly..i don't care, it's not a table in my section so i don't need them to get up soon or stay for another hour...i don't care...i make my rounds check back..eventually i notice they have stopped eating...again i don't want them to feel rushed so i let them sit there and stew...just to make sure they didn't pick up a fork and start going at it again...no utensil movements, it's ok to go in...or so i thought..
Me: Alright, are we all finished here?
Ass: I don't know, are you all finished?
Me: Excuse me? AM i all finished?!
Ass: well looks like we are finished then
luckily the commotion in the restaurant was louder than normal and i don't think he really heard the tone in or my response what-so-ever...
whatever, since the table wasn't in my section, it really didn't have any effect on me...i mean i was already in a pissy mood...i'm not sure what was really stopping me from backhanding that asshole like he was my girlfriend....i mean he was rude, insulted me, and he would never break his conversation when i approached the table...wow, what was stopping me?
the night continued and i continued to server more Dirty Thirty's..the bane of the server's existence in downtown this week..i keep things somewhat lighthearted as my SA tells me i always can make him laugh..i mocked The Pickup Artist as i gave our food-runner Jesse tips on how to pick up women...that's about the time Hilary walked into the kitchen and asked what do i know about picking up woman...i retorted 'wait, wasn't i inside you?' - classic line from Waiting. i would also make a comment about one of the manager's preference on anal sex after i walked behind her for a moment..and then servers started to try to come up with double sexual meanings for the name "Jangus"...all in a days work...
after i got home i would later spend part of the night trying to convince people that i thought the Holocaust never happened..all because of this newslink video...and i say "the reasons why the 'Germans' didn't make the buildings designed to last long is because the Germans never built them...are you kidding me, German engineering is remarkable, Mercedes anyone...so these buildings would have for sure lasted the test of time...they were definitely built in a haste fashion by the Americans when they came barging into the motherland, errr, deutchland...." silly people...anything to make the Aryan race look bad...
obviously i'm kidding people.....
but the majority of the night would be spent, starring blankly at a computer screen...wondering why i can't fall asleep...knowing how much i'm going to hate life tomorrow when i can't wake up because i will not have fully rested...maybe i'll have another dream where i move to Florida...which for some reason in my dream is an island, like hawai'i......ohhh to think...this time two years ago...i was in piney point maryland..i had me a gf and it wasn't cold outside...
"tell me what this is from...'nobody puts Baby in a corner'?"
2 comments:
First off...since when are Darden employees allowed to have more than 3 tables? 2nd - it's from Dirty Dancing...I'm assuming you're thinking of it b/c of your "dirty thirty" thingie...hope to see you Friday!!
Yeah no, we are not supposed to have more than 3 tables running...standard darden far ya, buti had checks down on 2 of them the first time i got my fourth...soo..that's ok right?
dirty thirty, dirty d's, dirty dancing...
friday, i hope so
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