Monday, May 2, 2016

Two down!

My interview at the seasonal place was... weird. She took my picture, asked if my tattoos were offensive, if I had allergies. I'd love to work on the river but I guess it's just not practical. It's only seasonal, they won't train me to bartend. So I have a second meeting with the GM at the first place tomorrow morning, hopefully we'll schedule some training because I checked my savings today...

Thursday, April 28, 2016

One down.

I had an interesting interview at a local corporate place. Some questions I wasn't prepared for, but the interviewer was cute and sweet and informative and said she would set me up with a second by next week with the GM. Told me I would be a good fit, gave me a lot of insight for training and policies and moving up in the company. I wouldn't want to be a manager, I love to be on the floor, but server to bartender is my goal.
I have another application on Saturday, a local, seasonal place so I'd be done at the end of summer. But now I'm feeling like which should I choose?! Maybe I should have limited my availability at the first so I could do the opposite at the second. Maybe I'm getting ahead of myself, the second might not even want me, and then what happens in September? I'm back on the job hunt again.

Tuesday, April 26, 2016

Possibly a new venture?

Hey y'all!
Still on the Job Hunt, but I have two interview/application situation appointments coming up. Both serving positions, so hopefully I'll have some new stories for you soon as I go through the training process. Both restaurant/bar so what I'm really hoping for is to be trained as a bartender, which is what I've always wanted to do. Fingers crossed!

Wednesday, March 30, 2016

How petty do I want to be?

Well, the old job doesn't want me back. I was cleared to work, ready to go, Bossman texted me to work a Saturday night and I was all over it. Customers were hugging me, asking where I'd been, glad to see me back, slipping me twenties, the whole nine. I worked 6 hours, did my sidework, told the Bossman my foot was getting tired how long did he want me to stay?
"Okay, that can be your last table." And I lucked out. They were in a hurry, knew what they wanted, in and out.
And I worked HARD that shift. Show him I'm ready to work, show myself that I can. And I can! I was so nervous I thought I would drop a coffee mug on my first table, but by the third I was back with trays just like riding a bike.
WELL. Even though the other part-owner left after I had to, even though they had to put on more servers - three to my one - some of the girls (and I do mean girls) were talking some shit. "She better not expect her same hours back, she's just a pet," etc.
I know I've written about this before, but when did coming in and doing your job become a bad thing? I didn't expect my old hours back. I couldn't handle my old hours even if they gave them to me! But I was promised my job back, I know they're hiring, and I didn't get any hours. I took my key in and asked if I could use them as a reference.

So the question is, when I see my customers out and about, do I tell them that place screwed me over or just tell them it didn't work out?

Tuesday, February 16, 2016

Is Texas Roadhouse Screwing Over Servers?

Is Texas Roadhouse Screwing Over Servers?

The Bitchy Waiter has shared a receipt from a Texas Roadhouse server. I'm sure you've all seen the helpful "great service, 20%: $10, average service, 15%: $7.50" etc, etc. APPARENTLY, Texas Roadhouse uses their cows to do their calculations and while it says 20%, the calculation is for 10%!

Now, I place little - but some - blame on the customers. You would think most people would look at a fifty-dollar tab and realize $5 is NOT twenty percent for the great service they received, but maybe you've had a margarita or two, you're laughing with your friends pulling out your card, and you don't. This handy-dandy tip (no pun intended) on the receipt is wrong, so just double-check, dear readers!

Monday, February 8, 2016

Well, now I don't want to go back to work.

I've been spoiled. I sleep late, Work Husband comes over and helps me with household stuff and taking the dog out. And now I'm back to driving, so I have freedom!
But... money. My savings won't keep forever! I'm in no rush to go back just because it does still take me a little to get going with the foot and I don't want to re-fracture anything. And I guess my schedule could use a little more structure so I feel more like an adult.. my birthday is in two weeks and I guess I really thought I would have it all together by now. We'll see. They've definitely invited me back, it's just a matter of when.

Thursday, January 14, 2016

Well, I'm old.

I'm very very close to going back to work. I'm pushing the foot, I'm about to put a down payment on a new vehicle.
Work Husband Now Boyfriend's manager has asked about me, and we have discussed my applying at his restaurant. But - they use computers! I don't know that I could learn it! Am I so stuck in the Stone Age? ...Pen and Paper Age?

Also, they would probably (rightfully so) schedule us for opposite shifts - really put a damper our love life.

Thursday, December 17, 2015

Again, still alive.

I've read books.
I've watched Netflix.
I've re-watched Netflix.
I've looked up recipes, crafts, home and garden tips. Gotten caught in Wikipedia and Buzzfeed loops. Gotten kaught up on the Kardashians.
I taught myself to crochet.
I've relaxed, I've slept in, I've enjoyed hot tea. Did you know tea is like wine, they all come from different varieties of the same plant?
I learned to french braid my own hair, and gotten used to not seeing my car in the garage.

But as sure as someone is going to walk in that door as soon as you plug in the vacuum and get ready to shut it down - I miss working. I looked at work-from-home, online degrees... even if this trusty ol' thing was good for more than what I need it for (Netflix and... looking up movie times every now and then?), I can't commit to it. I crave movement.

I'm almost there. I've been patient, I swear! Three months next week since the accident. I've been taking my vitamins and everything!
I'm going to cherish every time someone needs a ride, every 11pm craving for a convenience-store candy bar. My mother was sick this week, and I was itching like hell to run out and get her chicken soup.

So, my loves - make a great goddamn resolution. Not something you "should" do, but something you want to do and be realistic. Smoke your morning cigarette, but then drink a bottle of water. Grab Burger King on the way home from work - enjoy those onion rings and read a chapter of the book you've been meaning to get to while you ride your stationary bike.

Happy Holidays, y'all.

Friday, October 9, 2015

Blondie on Hiatus.

I've broken my foot. I can't put any weight on it for six months or so.
So no fun serving stories, but if y'all give me some ideas for hobbies or working from home, I'm sure I can come up with something!

Lots of love, Dear Readers.

Monday, September 14, 2015

Mean lady was back.

AND SHE WAS SO FREAKING NICE. She was all please and thank you, complimented me, honestly freaked me out.

However, I had another lady that more than made up for it.
Mother and daughter, I assume, I bring over their coffees. The mother says, "Oh, we need cream!" I hate when people act like you forgot something when you haven't even left the table to get it from your tray. I smiled, looked at her, and said, "Oh, this is one of the times I wish I had two sets of hands so I didn't have to make so many trips! I didn't forget!" I had the cream in my hand, the mom laughed.
The daughter either misheard or misunderstood me, or maybe because she didn't see that I did have the cream she thought I was being snotty, which I can see, the reaction was wild. She said, "Well, how was she supposed to know that? You didn't have to answer like THAT!" She called over the manager and said I was "rude, rude, rude." Even the mother, who I thought was on my side, jumped in.
I asked another server to take over, I didn't want to deal with that awkwardness. Apparently when she went over, the lady said to her, "That girl is a bitch and I will fuck her up." She spent the rest of the meal glaring at me.

Honestly, who says that? And I expected more of a reaction from my manager - I would have kicked her ass out for threatening an employee!
Obviously, nothing came of it, she was just talking shit, but damn I'd hate to cut her off on the highway.